#but I need someone to counter dl

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Hi bb, just a thirst idea for you: Study fucking. Your fave has trouble being "smart" but he is a genius when it comes to pounding that ass after he gets too frustrated during a study session.

Oh, Vi, my sweet. I know you sent this a while ago. But when I read it, my heart wasn't the only thing to clench up 😈! Thank you so much for sending this to me. It was so fun to write!!

A/N ::: Nerd/Bad Boy!Keisuke Baji x F.reader, reader doesn't know he's in Toman until later (or at all, idk), he is NOT playing stupid, math is just really fucking hard!

C/W ::: Mutual pining that's super on the DL, unprotected P->V, Baji surprising us ... so nothing out of the ordinary.

WC ::: Just over 2k.

"Why though?!" Baji yelled a little louder than you thought he needed to. But it was clear he was getting more and more pissed about this. "Why the FUCK does it have to equal the fucking same area as this fucking pellaroraglam?"

You bit the insides of your cheeks and your tongue to keep from laughing at him about his pronunciation of the word 'parallelogram'. "Because that's how the Greeks intended it. Ok? Let's take a 10 minute break and come back to this again, yeah? You're not an idiot, Kei. I think you've just been staring at the book for so long that things are starting to make less and less sense. Does that make sense?" You reached over and took his glasses from his face and brushed your finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to go for a walk or get something from the kitchen? Maybe to eat or drink? Make this 10 count because when we get back, we're hittin' it hard again, ok?"

Something about your wording made his cock twitch. But he shoved that thought down almost as quickly as it bubbled up into the forefront of his overworked brain.

"Hittin' it hard again, hah? You're mean, y/n. You're a bully. A learning bully. You're not gonna give in until I understand this shit, are ya?" He stood up from your desk and he gestured for you to follow him to your kitchen.

Your apartment was nothing special. But how you made the space your own was something that Baji always found so sweet and comforting. Of course, he'd never admit that to you. He is, after all, the first division Captain of Toman. Captains don't find things 'sweet.' They find them masculine and bloody. That's what everyone from the outside looking in thought, anyway. Though, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pull you and your apartment had on him, he always found himself wishing he was back here, with you, in this little bubble of mild contentment you'd created.

He was relaxed when he was with you. Save for right now. But you were trying to help him study for his midterm. Any other time he's been here, he always felt safe. Maybe even small, for lack of a better descriptor, when he is anything but 'small' in any sense of the word.

"You really do have a mean streak in you, you know that?" He teased as you both walked into your kitchen. "But you're right. I need a break from that book. My eyes are crossing and it's starting to give me a headache."

"Do you want a couple of tylenol? I think I have ibuprofen, too. Anything I can do to help you with this, Keisuke. It's my job, after all. Use me however you need to to get this through that stubborn head of yours." You smiled so cute at him that he had a difficult time not telling you what he really wanted to use you for.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that. But first, can I ask you something kinda weird?" He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and you followed suit, sitting next to him.

"Of course! Anything, Kei." You rubbed your fingers up and down your forearm, a nervous habit. Even still, you assumed it was a question about the math you were helping him study. "What's up?"

"So, like, I know you're not into me in that way. Right? And that's fine. You've made that very clear. But, like, if you were...into me, I mean, into someone … hypothetically, I mean, what kind of person do you think you would be into? Like, are you more into the nerdy type, or the bad boy type, or, like, the artsy type?"

You didn't really understand where this was going. But you decided to humor him. "Well, I guess I've always been pretty attracted to the bad boy type. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go for someone who was nerdy, too. It all depends on the person, you know? I have to like them first and foremost. Like, just because I see some bad boy doing bad boy stuff doesn't mean I'll fall to my knees and s-"

Baji choked on his tea, spitting it all over you in the process of trying to control the amount of liquid that was coming out of his mouth.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, y/n! Gahhhd damn it. I am so sorry!" He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter by the sink and tore some off to frantically wipe your chest.

"K-Kei! Oh my god! Stop! It's ok! I'm at home, I can easily change my shirt. Don't worry about ... about it. You yell so much. Geez."

You hopped off of the stool and went back to your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. As you did so, Baji felt his stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid and immature. But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on you for so long that he just needed to know if he had a chance in hell with you or not. But, as he'd guessed, you weren't interested in him that way.

He waited for you to come back to the kitchen before apologizing again. "I really am sorry, y/n. I don't know what came over me. I was just, I dunno, asking for a friend. And then you started to say that if you saw someone doing something that you’d fall to your knees and …" He waved his hand in the air as if to clear what he was going to say away before it’d even had a chance to see the light of day. “And I choked and blew my tea all over you.”

You giggled and shook your head, smiling at him. "It's ok, Kei. You're a little clumsy, but you're still really sweet. I like hanging out - I mean, you know. Helping you study. I enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing."

"Y/n? I really wanna kih-" He blushed and looked away from you before he thought you saw his face turn a pretty shade of pink.

"You what, Kei?" You leaned around him a little to get his attention. "What do you want, Baji? You can tell me. We're friends."

FRIENDS 

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course we're ... friends. Yeah. Well, let's get back to the math, then. C'mon." His heart, smile and morale sank as he headed back to your room with you.

Meanwhile, you were left to wonder what he was going to say. What did he want to 'kih'? Kiss? Oh, no. It couldn't be that. Right? Maybe he just wanted to kick your butt for making fun of his pronunciation earlier ... even though your face was the only thing giving away the fact you were getting quite a bit of entertainment from that. He wouldn't have noticed that. Right?

You followed him back to your bedroom and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. You couldn't imagine that he would want to kiss you. You were just his tutor. And he was so cool. He had cool friends, girls practically fell at his feet when he walked by them. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you, right?

Oh, but he did. He really did. He was mad for you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and kiss you senseless. But that couldn't happen. He couldn't ruin the time you spent together. It was precious to him, even though he knew you saw it as nothing more than a job.

The next hour of your time together was spent studying right from the book. There was no talking, no joking, just Baji finally getting to work. It was a welcome change for you. It meant you could focus on your task at hand and not worry about him trying to distract you with his unfinished sentences.

He was still so frustrated. But he was starting to make progress. He was starting to understand what you were trying to teach him. He just wished he could show you how he felt.

As you helped him work through the last of the 4 problems he had to do, he tried to come up with a way to say it. To tell you how he really felt. He was never good at words. Action was his strength. "I'm not sure about par-parallelograms? Is that how you say it? I'm so fucking sick of that long ass word. It's so stupid. Why couldn't they just say a special type of quadrilateral that has both pairs of opposite sides parallel and equal. That word is like 73 letters long. I hate it. It's so fucking annoying, y/n. Jesus."

You clapped and jumped a little where you stood, your tits bounced and his eyes went right to them. "Yes! Yes, Kei! Good! Good job!" You jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, burying your face in his neck, (accidentally) inhaling his scent. "I knew you could ..." you pulled your face back from him and looked into his brown eyes. "I knew you could do it ... Keisuke. Mmm ... Kei-suk-e. You ..." you breathed the words out heavily and found yourself staring at his full lips. That sly smile, his sharp teeth. Pain never looked so appealing. 

Your heart stopped in your chest when he threw the math book across the room and it slammed into your wall with a loud thud. Before you had time to process what was happening, his hands were in your hair and his lips were on yours.

You'd been so stupid for someone who taught other people things. So stupid to not see how he felt. And now, here he was, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. You reached up and pulled his long black hair back from his face and returned the kiss with just as much intensity.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, y/n. I didn't think you'd want me that way. I'm just a dumbass with no future. You're so smart and pretty and funny and ... and I just can't believe you're actually kissing me back right now."

You shook your head and smiled. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize what was happening, Kei. You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think. You should have just said something, though. This whole time we've been studying everything together, we could have been ..."

"... fucking like rabbits?" He laughed, but his eyes were serious.

You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. "You know, it's not nice to talk to your tutor like that. But Baji, you've made a lot of progress tonight. I think you deserve a reward."

He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. "Oh yeah? And what kind of reward do you think I deserve, y/n?"

You reached over to your bedside table and turned on your neon pink LED lights. "The best kind, Kei. You've earned it."

"Fuck, y/n. You are so hot. I can't wait to fuck you so hard you forget everything you've ever taught me. We’ll have to have some more lessons. Is that ok with you?"

You nodded as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We can even work on your pronunciation. You're a bit of a mess with your consonants."

He kissed you again and smiled. "Y/n, oh my god, shut up ... you're the worst." He pulled his pants down and straddled you, his cock rock hard and ready for you. "But you're also the best. I can't wait to make you mine."

"Kei, you're already mine." You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. "Now ... teach me something.” 

@darkstarlight82 @katshimizuu @kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @arlerts-angel

[bcacstuff]

Your followers are being incredibly mean about a bunch of women who aren’t hurting anyone. Imagine if they were being so snarky about any other group of women? It does appear many of them are jealous. I was there and it was a lot of fun to hang closely with celebrities we really like. The guys were incredibly open and personalable. Was it expensive? Yes. It was. So are tickets to the Super Bowl. Or the US Open. Or the NBA Championship. But it’s what we want to spend the money on. No, I didn’t use a credit card. I paid cash so I assume others did as well. Why does a few women having fun bother you all so much?

Anon, I think you're taking this all too personal, and I do not have to imagine women being 'snarky' about any other group of women, I see it every day. I get messages in my inbox every day that makes you wonder about the intelligence level of people and why or what makes them so eager to sent those messages... Do I take it personal? No I don't. I know some people here are more critical than I am, do i agree with every comment, no I don't. Yet they're free to express their opinion. There are already enough places where people are only allowed to sing Kum-Ba-Ya

I do not think there is any jealousy involved. Maybe it eases your hurt feelings, but I think it is simply another pov on things. People make choices, and we're fortunately all free to make our own choices (to a certain level). Your choice isn't necessarily my choice and vice verse.

I'm glad you had a good time, even if it was expensive, good for you. There's no need to compare it with a Super Bowl, or US open. I think that's a completely other level and realm. But I do not criticize anyone spending their money on whatever they want to spend it on. As long as they can afford it. I know a lot of people can't, and already have trouble to pay for their normal living expenses these days. So consider yourself fortunate if you can afford it.

What I do put my questionmarks on is rather the guys. A while ago someone sent me this tiktok, about a celeb (can't remember who it was now) who exactly worded what I do think about these cons. The monetizing part - 'how can we monetize this' - he said, 'I want to see 'you' ask your fans for that money directly, put it cash in your hands' (I'm paraphrasing here). Do you think they do it for the fans? Or do they do it to fill their pockets while they can? I'm looking at DL f.i. What else did you see him do in the years he's been off of OL now? Other then filling his pockets with fees from cons? Oh yes, cameos, another easy way of growing your bank account. And Sam, does he really need this? I have to make up my mind about Charles, but guess the guy thinks, if everyone else does it, why not...

Yes I do understand it's a matter or supply and demand. That's how marketing works. But why all the secrecy upfront, the 'exclusivity', is it to make it look more than it is? So you can ask higher prices for a ticket? Okay, people can go to one of his booze events, and at least get a bottle of booze and a couple of seconds for a pic and a Hi.. Or just be lucky to sit next to him on a plane for an hour or so...

What I do miss as sort of counter image is.. just as an example; As people know I have been teaching music (saxophone) for a long time. We have some very good saxophonists in the Netherlands. Candy Dulfer is one of them, played with Prince ('if I need sax I call Candy'). She often would do a M&G upfront a concert when she was in town. No not asking big money for it, but free tickets for the music school pupils! (and I know lots of pupils that I taught started out because of Candy, she was a role model for a lot of them). And some of the more known Saxophonists in the Netherlands would come to do workshops for my students for a small fee.

Those are the things, that makes a superstar a superstar in my eyes. Not a con where people that are able to pay big money for tickets and actors that will smile on demand on your camera or read from the telephone book. Or make you drink his booze. But do something with your talent that makes a difference. it might make themself feel better as well

Did you ever see the teaching videos of Winton Marsalis?

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: dirty talk, use of petnames ( sweetheart, princess, etc ), unprotected p/v sex, -wrap it before you tap it, darlings, swearing, mention of oral sex, body fluids, creampie -because Harrington has a weak pullout game, kissing/saliva and just a pinch of biting/marking. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt two - lovemaking

character | fandom - steve harrington | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, roommate & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.2k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a storm. your roommate Steve decides to take your mind off of said storm. just a lil soft and oh-so sweet tender lovemaking, ftw✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

❝ Its just a storm, woman.❞ Robin’s laugh on the other end of the line has you pouting. Holding a red telephone away from you as you flip it off.

As the lights flicker throughout the apartment, you shriek. . ❝ That was my freaking ear, good Lord. Relax.❞ Robin's coaxing doesn't do a thing to soothe your frazzled nerves though.

There's only one person who can but he's working late tonight and if I were to tell him storms freak me out -or anything I may or may not be keeping from him lately, pretty sure it's only going to mess up everything. - the thought is frustrating for you because lately, telling him everything is all you seem to want to do. The urge to do so has gotten so bad that you're trying as hard as you can to keep a healthy distance from Steve.

This storm just might have the potential to undo all of your efforts, especially if it worsens - and God forbid there's a blackout, you pause and glare up at the overhead lights in the kitchen as they choose that exact second to flicker even more. The loud clap of thunder and the way strong wind gusts send a branch right into the fire escape outside, a violent crash both ways is met with another scream from you.

❝ Steve should be there in another hour. With Keith in the store, it takes at least thirty minutes for Steve to close. But then your big, strong, manly man will be home.❞ Robin’s taunting you, snorting in laughter through loud static on the line, as she throws in, ❝ Y'know…you could do something. He's always been a sucker for the damsel in distress thing. He needs someone to do something. He's been real down lately.❞ she pauses.

 You sigh, shaking your head despite your best friends inability to see you. You know what she's saying is true. What she doesn't seem to understand is that you've tried. Too many times to count. But the words always get hung in your throat or it's not a good time, it's not the right time, he's heading out the door on another of his dating attempts. It's frustrating for you, but you have tried. In the only ways you know how. If only subtle worked.. - you think to yourself, pacing the living room of the apartment you share with Steve as the storm picks up even more outside, the lights inside the apartment flicker even more.

❝ Gee, I wonder why that is..❞ she hints again. 

But as usual, you don't pick up on the not-so subtle hint and you muse aloud, ❝ I don't know. Maybe his date with that girl he talked about didn’t go the way he wanted it to? He's definitely seemed moodier lately..❞ as you pout a little. 

You’re selfishly glad it didn't work out but you're also sad for him. You love him and you hate to see him hurt or upset. And Heidi had been all wrong for him from the word go, your own personal opinion.

 ❝ Or…hear me out, woman..❞ Robin counters, a pause to rub the bridge of her nose as she thinks of the best way to clue you in, hoping that maybe this time you'll believe her, ❝ Maybe it's because he thinks that you, the girl he really wants, isn't interested. Maybe that's the reason?❞

You laugh. ❝ Right. And I'm actually Madonna, I swear on the Bible. He doesn't see me like that, Robbie. If he did, it'd be painfully obvious by now how I feel about him.❞

Robin grumbles, it's something about how impossibly stubborn you happen to be and in the midst of all that, the power goes out. The bad storm outside is downright nasty now, winds howling as the thunder rolls, constant.

You don't even get the luxury of a dial tone when the power goes, you're left holding the landline in your hand as you jump at every single little noise.

❝ God I hope he's safe coming in. The sooner, the better.❞ you mumble to yourself as you flop back against the couch dramatically.

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It felt as if Keith wasn't ever going to shut the fuck up. And then, because of course that's how it'd go, Steve thinks to himself as he rushes through closing procedure so he's not out in the worst of the storm that's rolled into town -and so he can rush home to you, where he'd rather be to begin with, Robin rushes in, whatever she's got to tell him is apparently life or death and no, it absolutely can't wait until their next shared shift.

❝ Steve!❞ Robin throws up her hands, exasperated because she can tell he isn’t listening to her, ❝ Were you listening to me at all?❞ 

❝ Yeah?❞ he replies, sheepishly. ❝ Okay, alright. Sorry! Look, can't you just try to tell me I'm wrong and I'm an idiot tomorrow? When there's not a goddamn storm outside?❞ 

He makes a step to the door but Robin blocks him and she's ranting, going on and on about how the two of you are the most stubborn individuals she's ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

❝ Just say it, Robin.❞ Steve murmurs, gazing at his best friend, throughly confused.

❝ She’s in love with you, idiot! ❞ Robin blurts it out as she thrusts a piece of  paper that you'd doodled on earlier in the week when you came in to hang out with her on his day off at him and nods to it, ❝ If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t constantly doodle her first name and your last all over everything! Girls..we don't uh..we don't do that unless we're head over heels, idiot! She does it all the time! And she's always waiting up when you’re out with the guys or some random girl. She constantly talks about you.. I'm telling you, she really loves you, shes just…scared.❞ 

Steve stares at the sheet of paper with the Family Video letterhead on top of it, dazed.

❝ She’s at your apartment and when I talked to her a few minutes ago, this storm had her freaking out. Do something, idiot. She won't because she's scared it's going to make things awkward.❞ 

❝ Wait…what do you mean, freaking out?❞ he's concerned as soon as Robin hints that there's something wrong, that you're even a little scared right now.

Robin shakes her head and laughs. ❝ Storms, Steve. She’s scared to death of storms. Kind of happens when you've lived through a hurricane and at least 10 tornaodes.❞ 

Steve gapes at this. One of his hands raises, fingers tug at shaggy brown strands as he inhales deep and then exhales slowly. Like he's just gotten the breath knocked right out of him. And in a way, he has.

❝ She’s there.. Waiting for me..❞ Steve questions. Robin nods, ❝ All alone in this storm. Scared.❞  she places heavy emphasis on the fact that you're alone and scared because she knows you both entirely too well at this point. He needs to feel strong. Protective. Whenever he gets all strong and protective, it melts you completely.

Steve blows out a ragged breath. A hand rested against the back of his head as he stares down at the doodled piece of paper. 

Your first name and his last.

It fits together so perfectly. Everything falls into place and he looks at Robin. ❝ You.. You’re not kidding.❞ 

❝ No, dingus! Just go! I'll take over tonight. Just go! Do something or I swear to God..❞ Robin laughs as Steve pockets his keys and grabs his jacket in a rush, nearly walking straight into the closed door of Family Video in his hurry to get to you.

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The power is out and the storm is getting so much worse. You’re pacing the living room, pausing every few seconds to stare out the big window that leads to the fire escape as you hug yourself.

❝ God, I just hope he's okay and he doesn't let Billy or Tommy or Eddie con him into going out in this crap after his shift.❞ you mumble to yourself, shrieking as the lightning strikes the tree across the street. 

You're so caught up in the storm and freaking out about it that you don't hear the door when Steve unlocks it from the outside. Or the way he pauses to call out your name because the rumbling thunder drowns out his voice.

But he hears you just as you've shrieked at how close the lightning is getting.

Strong arms circle your waist from behind and you jump, shrieking again with a dirty look as Steve turns you around and shines the old red flashlight beneath his chin, just barely illuminating the lower portion of his face. He chuckles and as the husky sound fades, you pout up at him.

❝ Are you okay?❞ - he's quieter when he asks, honey eyes so tender as they fix on you in concern. He’s chuckling too but only a little.

He doesn't like the thought of anything scaring you.

❝ Y-yeah.It's dumb.❞ you laugh, the sound quiet, a sheepish shrug as your head tilts just the slightest to look up at him. ❝ You'd think after I lived through a hurricane on the coast and at least ten tornadoes, this.❞ you gesture to the raging storm outside the big window, ❝ Wouldn’t bother me at all.❞ 

❝Hey, hey.❞ he coaxes as he pulls you against him, ❝ You’re okay. Its okay.❞ and the way his hand skims over your back sends a shiver racing through you. You pull away a little to look up at him and nod. Through shaky breaths, you mumble ❝ I..I know.❞ -the sound is muffled because a louder clap of thunder sends your head into his chest as you seek comfort.

His fingers drag through your hair and for a minute or two, he stands in the darkness, holding you close. He's not saying a word and neither are you at first but then the silence is too much, it's too thick and you just can't take any more. You pull away a little and he frowns to himself because he misses the soft warmth of you pressing against him. 

❝ I'm..❞ you pause. Take a deep breath or two and stare up at the way the moonlight and lightning highlight a strong and stubble-lined jaw. 

❝ You’re what?❞ Steve questions, fingers tuck beneath your chin to get you looking up at him again. ❝ C'mon. I can’t help if I don’t know whats wrong.❞

❝ I..I'm glad you’re here right now and...❞ you're stumbling over your words and trying to make your usual internal filter work but it's just about gone, you manage a quieter ❝ Nevermind..its probably dumb t' say.❞

He tilts your chin upward again because you're looking down, a steady gaze fixed on his chest. You can't help it, the more you look at him, the harder it is not to completely bare your soul. ❝ No, just say it.❞ he coaxes. When you try, the words that have been threatening to burst out, those three big ones, they're lodged in your throat and it's frustrating for you, so very frustrating.

❝ You are, huh?❞ he chuckles to himself after a few seconds of the thick silence, the sound dying out quietly as he stares down at you. What you said, that you're glad he's with you, that starts to sink in. And he’s on autopilot.

❝ Yeah. I was worried you'd be stuck driving in the worst of it. Or you'd let one of the guys talk you into drinks again tonight. ❞ you mumble quietly as you take a deep breath. ❝ I always worry about you when you're out...❞

His heart is so goddamn full when you say it that he thinks it just might explode. ❝ You were, huh?❞ he questions as he makes you look up at him all over again, ❝ I wanted to come home. To make sure you were okay.❞ he admits, going quiet for a few seconds.

You're the one stunned silent, you blink at him in surprise as you try to process what he's just saying. He wanted to come back. To the apartment. To make sure you were alright.

You try to give him just a little space as you tell yourself he obviously meant it in a friendly way, not the way you wish, the way a concerned lover would mean what he's just said. You pulling away has him frowning to himself in the semi darkness.

❝ Where are you going,hm?❞ his voice husky, full of affection that he can't just keep holding back. He pulls you close all over again and he can feel the fast thudthudthud thud as your heart hammers against your chest. He can feel the way you're shaking just barely.

Robin is right he thinks to himself one of us needs to say something. Do something. And I can't fight anymore.

You breathe in the scent of his cologne, the faint trace of cigarette smoke and buttery popcorn that clings to the scratchy green Family Video vest he's yet to take off. And you’re trying so hard not to invade his space any more than he allows but he pulls you even closer and before you can stop yourself, you're melting into him. Strong arms wrap around you tighter. 

❝ Nowhere, I..I just thought..❞ your words are cut off by his mouth as it crashes against your mouth, clumsy. Sweet. You can taste the cigarette and soda on his breath and it takes a second but you realize what's happening and melt into him even more, your hand raised and raking through damp brown hair as your mouth falls open, willing. 

Steve bends down slightly, hands on your ass as he pulls you up his body. The kiss deepens, you're breathing for each other now and one of your hands settles soft against his stubbled cheek. He nuzzles against your palm as he steps over to the sofa and sinks down, arranging you in his lap.

His hands are all over you, his nose brushes against your neck as he nuzzles some fallen hair out of his way. Your breath catches in your throat as rough lips dance hot against your pulse, latching against soft skin here and there. 

You're shifted forward in his lap as he makes a clumsy attempt to adjust himself and pull you closer at the same time. When you whine out softly against his neck as your lips stray from his, he pauses, staring up at the way you're perched on his lap. The moonlight highlights your delicate features and he’s mesmerized by you, a hand leaves its resting place on your ass to settle against the column of your neck. Before he can stop himself, he's leaning in, his mouth crashing against yours, devouring as a groan leaves his lips to hang in the air, followed by a whine from you as you squirm around in his lap, desperate for the friction you were getting a few minutes ago.

You're the one who deepens the kiss, your small, soft hand rested up against his neck to pull him in. His hand leaves your hip to card through and pull lightly at your thick hair as he deepens the kiss even more.

His other hand slips between your joined bodies as you pull apart to breathe, staring at one another wide-eyed and in awe. It settles beneath the hem of the shirt you've sneaked out of his laundry to sleep in most nights lately.

❝ Steve?❞ - you breathe his name out against his mouth as another loud pop explodes outside and sends you straight for the safety that only he has ever seemed to offer you. Your face is buried in his neck for a few seconds and he attempts to adjust himself, thick digits dig in against your thigh and lower back when you squirm a little, his cock pulsing, pushed against the zip of his favorite jeans. ❝ Yeah?❞ - his breath tickles your neck, the sound of his voice thicker, desire dripping from the word.

He tilts your chin, gets you looking up at him. He's barely hanging on, his restraint is a thin thread that frays just a little more every time you rub yourself against him or your lips graze his neck just right. ❝ What’s up, princess?❞

❝ I-I..❞ the words hang in your throat just shy of saying them. It's frustrating because all you want to do is tell him how much you love him. 

❝ You what, hm? C'mon, you can tell me.. I-I mean it. You can tell me anything, okay?❞ he mutters, dipping his mouth, placing soft little pecks against your face and neck as the hand on your thigh slips under the shirt you're wearing, tenderly caressing, the touch of his hand making you whimper and rock yourself against him. He bucks himself up into you, a hand raised to brush some hair out of your eyes. 

❝ I love you.❞ it finally slips out and as it does, so does the rest that you've held back for weeks now. ❝ I love you.❞ he mutters, his lips dance down your throbbing pulse as he murmurs quietly, ❝ I love you too, princess..❞ his lips latch against your skin, ❝ so, so much.❞ looking up to lock eyes with you before giving a glance to the marks he's left against your skin.

His hand creeps higher, when he starts to rub you through your panties, he growls quietly when his hand comes away wet, bucking himself up into you. ❝Want you so bad, princess.❞ he mutters, dazed as he stands, you wrapped around him, breathless. Muttering his name like he's your God and you're worshipping him. ❝ Lets see if we can take your mind off the storm, baby.. do you want me to help you do that?❞

You nod, back up against the cool wooden door, the knob poking at your side and your legs around his waist. His hands -and mouth, are all over you as he ruts himself into you, the battle with his restraint lost.

❝ Please?❞ you gasp out as you rub against him clumsily. He's marked up your neck and no doubt, come the morning, there will be a few handprints left behind against your skin because he's holding onto you and squeezing you like your lives depend on it.

The storm is forgotten, you're tossed gently onto his bed as he follows you down, his body engulfing yours, holding your legs apart by the way he settles between them. The Family Video vest finds its way to the floor and everything is happening fast and yet, not fast enough. He’s tugging down pretty pink cotton and as your panties settle on his bedroom floor, he leans down into you closer, a hand between your thighs, ❝ I did this..❞ he murmurs against your ear as soon as he feels the way you're already dripping for him. He's dazed, he hasn't really done anything to you yet and there's already a little wet spot forming below you on his bed. And you're so responsive, every touch or kiss, every time he squeezes and rubs your warm, wet sex you're whining, you arch yourself towards him like he's not as close as he can get already. 

❝ You’re wearing too much.❞ you whine out against the shell of his ear in frustration as your legs circle his waist and you keep trying to rub against him to chase the friction you've gotten so desperate for. Your hand finds the bottom of the snug fit brown and cream striped polo he wore to work and you're trying to tug it upward. Steve chuckles quietly as he raises up, pulling off his shirt.

The polo settles on the floor of his bedroom beside your discarded panties and he settles himself back down against you, his lower body keeping your legs open wide as his mouth strays from your mouth and his lips latch against your pulse, suction forming a bruise you can feel as he sucks your neck, marking you.

❝ — ah fuck.❞ he growls quietly as he ruts himself against you, chasing his own friction. ❝ W-wanna taste you, princess.❞ his breath is warm against your skin, soft pecks fall from rough lips, settling on your soft and warm skin. His hands linger at the bottom of the soft golden colored sweater you stole from him to wear. You bite your lip as you stare up at him, begging. His name falls out of your mouth like a prayer, urgent; needy. 

He chuckles to himself, pulling you up as he works the oversized sweatshirt over your head, letting it fall from his fingertips and settle on his bedroom floor with the other clothes. 

You go for the button on his jeans and there's this cute little shy smile you give as the two of you lock eyes while you're doing it that drives him wild.As you unzip his jeans, he gasps because your hand grazes against the way his cock is straining against soft navy cotton, begging to be freed. His head falls back for a second or two, honey eyes flutter closed as you just barely drag your finger over the thick outline. 

That's how you find yourself pushed back against the bed seconds later as soon as he's kicked jeans and boxers free from his ankles.

You swallow hard, eyes roam his body slow. Desire making your pupils big enough they blot out the usual color of your irises. It's the first time anyone has ever looked at him with more than temporary lust in their gaze. He’s pushed you against his bed now, you were so caught up in staring at the man you love that you never saw it coming when it happened.

One hand pins your wrists above your head as his other hand squeezes your curvy little body and he takes in the way it feels to cage you in beneath him, skin against skin and the cookie sweet scent of your cheap perfume filling his lungs as he nuzzles into your neck and breathes it in deep.

He rocks himself against you, the thick length of him dragging right between your folds and when you shiver and whine, he raises up, hand leaving your hip to caress your cheek as he stares down at you, in awe. ❝ So pretty, baby.❞ he mutters as he settles down into you all over again, the tip of his length teasing you, making that white hot ache that's built up inside of you boil over. 

❝ You’re the pretty one.❞ you mumble softly as your lips latch against his hot skin. Your soft,full lips against the top of his chest -right over the way his heart is about to beat right out of his chest, it feels so good that he gasps quietly.

He releases his hold on your wrists because he'd rather be holding your hand. His fingers lace with yours and he takes a little nip at your bottom lip when he goes in for another kiss, a string of saliva keeping your mouths connected after you break apart to breathe. 

❝ Don't let me hurt you, princess.❞ he mutters soft against your ear as he settles himself down into you fully, his thick length pushing into you, drawing a gasp out as you feel the burn of being stretched out. 

He feels you tense up slightly and he stops right away, making you whine in need as you pout up at him. ❝ I don’t wanna hurt you.❞ he murmurs as he presses hot and gentle kisses and bites against your bare skin, leaving his mark behind as many times as he can because he wants everyone to know you’re taken, you’re his girl now, absolutely no doubt.

❝ Please? I-I..I need you now, Steve.❞ you beg as you try to rock yourself up into him as the burning subsides and its replaced by all the dopamine you’re currently flooded with being thisclose to the man you love, the feel of his body engulfing yours. Steve starts to fuck into you and its slow, its gentle and so deep that every inch of him is felt as he buries inside you. 

You raise a hand, letting it catch against his cheek and he laughs softly, nuzzled against your palm. His forehead settles against yours.

The way you clamp around him so tight has him groaning your name with each lazy little thrust. He tries to speed up a little but he can feel himself getting closer so he comes to a slow stop, kissing you long and deep enough to totally steal your breath.

The nasty storm outside has been completely forgotten and it's come to a slowdown, the loud and angry thunder replaced by the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows. Neither of you notice or care, too focused on what's happening between the two of you instead.

You meet his deep thrusts with clumsy little rocks, your hips meeting his perfectly in sync. ❝ S' good f' me, baby. So so good.❞ he grunts against your neck as he bottoms out, cock pushing against the spongy softness of your g-spot as your nails dig against his shoulders and rake over his back. ❝ Gonna cum f' me, princess? That's it, cum all over my cock.❞ and the command is all it takes to send you crashing, your orgasm blinding as it washes over you and you cling to his body, moaning his name as you clamp around his cock and nearly push him straight into his own orgasm.

❝ Let go, Steve. Cmon baby.❞ you coax because you're dying to feel him come undone, you want him to fill you up. He bites your lip and his thrusts get clumsy as he fucks through his own orgasm, hot seed painting your insides. He falls to the bed beside you, spent. You’re pulled on top of him and he wraps you in his arms, pulling you down against him completely. 

❝ You’re amazing, princess.❞ he mutters softly just as you're both starting to doze off..

[bellshazes]

can i get a little bit of DIA bdubs feelings towards scar and grian OR impulse flitered through the end of third life (scar wont kill me because i killed impulse because scar gave me a clock?) 👁

Having finally made sense of his past life (past lives) memories, Bdubs realizes too late the consequences of asking Impulse a favor. I think DIA flows into HCS8 in 'canon' but in a universe a little to the left, it precedes DL, so...

“Hey, thanks for this,” says Bdubs. It’s ten minutes past closing at the Southlands, and Impulse is the only one behind the counter. 

Impulse smiles at him, all genuine in a way that makes Bdubs’ stomach twist. “No problem, man. I’ll be done in a second, just gotta wipe the counters down. Have a seat.”

Bdubs obeys because he’s trying to be on his best behavior, trying not to be weird in public again. It’s been hard even now that he knows where all the strange deja vu and haunting feelings are coming from - sure, Impulse and him have barely interacted in this life, but he knows from his time as a ghost before it was Impulse’s wither that killed him, and the more he’s talked to Cleo about it all the more the clock from another even older life weighs on him.

But for all he knows, Impulse doesn’t know anything about it. He watches him clean with his chin propped up on one fist, Impulse humming under his his breath as he hangs up the towel with practiced precision.

“So you said you had this clock that’s not working,” Impulse says, taking the seat across from him.

Bdubs digs it out of his pocket, trailing his thumb along the weathered edges that never will get fully restored no matter how much he tries to polish it. “Yeah. Something’s stuck and I’m afraid if I try and take it apart I’ll never get it back together again. Etho’s mentioned you were good at tinkering before, so...”

“I’m not half bad,” Impulse says, taking the clock from his hands. He twists the crown and Bdubs knows he’s feeling the strain, something sticking internally. When he pops the face open, the hands are still. “I see. Probably just needs some careful cleaning, and I think I’ve got the right tools at home.” He brings it closer to his face to peer at the inner ring where the internal gears are visible and casually - too casually? - says, “Etho couldn’t do it?”

“Um,” says Bdubs. “He’d never let me live it down if he knew I’d let something this important break, since he complains all the time about me nagging him.”

“I see. You’ve had it for a long time - a gift from Scar, right?”

Bdubs freezes. “Is that - is this some kind of trick question?”

“An honest one,” Impulse says, head tilted ever so slightly.

“Clocks are important to me,” he retorts, more acidly than he means it. “Sorry, sorry, I’m making this weird aren’t I? Got to be better about that. It’s just, the concussion you know, it’s been really tough since then and now this stupid clock  not working, and everything. I shouldn’t have asked you to do this.”

To his surprise, Impulse laughs all full-bellied, setting the clock gently back on the table to wipe at the corner of his eye. Bdubs narrows his eyes, suspicious at someone out-weirding him. “No, don’t be sorry. We’re cool, you know that right? It all evens out in the end. It’s not a problem at all.”

Bdubs pauses. “You’re not... you don’t mean...”

“It was just a little joke! I got my revenge. I mean it that we’re cool now.” Impulse has the gall to wink at him. “Skizz and I talk all the time, you know. It’s not the clock.”

“Oh. Oh! Well, in that case,” Bdubs sputters. He doesn’t want to ask which revenge Impulse is referring to, the pretending or the incidental murder. It doesn’t really matter anyway, not in this life or the ones to come. “I’ll graciously agree to let bygones be bygones then, not that there are any byes to be gone. Going. Oh,  you get it.”

“I do,” Impulse says solemnly despite the sparkle in his eyes. “It’s an easy fix, I promise. I wouldn’t want to tarnish Etho’s good opinion of me, now that I’ve been recommended.”

“Etho’s good opinion is overrated,” Bdubs pronounces, relieved to be off the hook. “Uh, but if Etho says you’re a genius, I bet it’ll give you no trouble. Thanks, though. For the clock, and for being... cool about this?” It comes out as a question.

“Genius, huh.” Impulse nods, and moves to stand already. “Anytime. I gotta get going since it’s time to lock up, but I can drop your clock off at your place this weekend. Or... if you don’t want Etho to know, or you wanna talk about weird dreams you’ve been having or something, you know where to find me. Whatever’s good for you.”

“I’ll let you know,” Bdubs says, torn between secrecy and a well-developed sense of skepticism about people who promise to lend an ear and turn it around on you from years of hanging out with Scar. It’s more attractive an option than he expects it to be, but he’ll decide later. “I better get going too.

Impulse is smiling when he opens the door for him on his way out, since he’s got to lock whatever complicated mechanism is always getting the sliding doors stuck before shoving out for the evening.

Not this time, but maybe Bdubs will take him up on the offer, someday. It's not life-or-death here, he can't accidentally betray Impulse again, and maybe if he can have a do-over with Etho, he can have other do-overs too. He's got plenty of time to find out.

[life-series-losers-blog]

it needs to be from someone who hates them

DL!Scott: Seems rather counter productive doesn't it? I mean I could just tell you anything to get you to stop annoying me and you would have no idea if its true

[fragileizywriting]

I'd like uuuh FLP Trixx and DL Ultitled 8 please what funky things can you tell us

on it, boss!

spoilers for future scenes in flp and cw for arachnophobia for DL

FLP trixx:

this was me writing down dialogue that i want to have for this character, as well as her interaction with tikki. trixx is a mess and annoys the shit out of her niece-in-law. it's actually not supposed to be trixx; i'd gotten my bunny and my fox confused because i'm so used to a white bunny being named trixx (the yogurt) but it's actually hopp. i'm gonna have to make hopp's name more.... more in order to fit her in correctly. name her hope, or something. hoppla. something archaic and ancient. here's a snippet of the snippet:

“—Those who do not know me call me Fate.” There’s an air-like quality to the way they move across the starched planes, moving through the stacks with grace. Even while ginormous, bending at what should be the knees to meet Marinette at eye-level, their movements are soft, made of fog, airy and feather-weight. “And those who do know me, do not call me that.” “You’re Fate?” Marinette swallows hard. “You… you’re the god of Fate?” “Unfortunately, it’s a little hard to explain what she is.” “It’s rather simple, actually. I am the god that watches all universes.” “All of it?” “Any of it.” “Of everything?” Marinette tries again. “Of anything,” the form corrects her once more. “I don’t understand…” “I am the watcher of anything.” “Of anything?” “I know anything you want.” “But not… everything?” “Splendid!” the form wrongly known as Fate laughs. “I knew you’d follow along.”

DL untitled 8, lets see:

OH YEAH! this is a throwaway little scene that i'm probably gonna have to combine with another scene bc it's too short on its own but i don't want to let it go. there's a throwaway line both in the rewrite (i made sure to put it in there bc i find it so funny) and in the original that marinette hates spiders

original: She can’t kiss him, even though she wants to. She wants to see if he’ll complain if she chews on his bottom lip, but there’s no time. It has to be fast and unnoticable, and as much as she wants to take her time and go slow and milk him till the point it hurts, she understands the hurry. His excitement is tangible in her mouth as he guides her to the spot he wants her to stay. It’s perfectly sized for her. She crawls easily under the small cabinet space that allows for a chair or two that the bartender doesn’t need. It’s empty, thank god, and she doesn’t look any closer to the area around her than she has to, knowing that if she sees a spider there’s no amount of cum guzzling prospects in the world that will get her to crawl back into the space.

rewrite: It’s the size of a barstool, just tall enough to fit extra chairs that Luka doesn’t need, and it’s right where he stands in front of her on the other side whenever she sits down. It’s empty, quiet, and dark— even when they reenter their bubble and the music warps into a gentle muffled nothing to her sensitive ears, she at least has a single brain cell available that isn’t thinking about feeding and hunger and ambrosia to look for spiders. There is absolutely no amount of come-guzzling prospects in the world that will get her to crawl into a space that has spiders. The one thing she can’t stand is something with eight legs and furry. The idea is already making her dizzy.

anyway, this throwaway snippet i have in this one is just this

“I— oh god— I don’t do so well when they’re hairy—” she blanches, backing up entirely from the counter. “Is that— is it still alive, or?” “It’s just a spider, idiot,” Adrien snorts. “Come on. You’ve never seen a bug before? Someone get me a cup, I’ll get rid of it before Luka gets back from the bathroom. Oh, speaking of!” “That spider is huge. I haven’t seen one this big in—” The spider shifts in Marinette’s direction, moving towards her on the counter. She screams, latching onto the closest thing which happens to be Luka, letting her heels drop to the floor in favor of not puncturing his side. Giant, warm hands wrap around her almost on instinct as he laughs, holding her up as if her grip around his waist with her thighs isn’t iron-locked into place. She curses in all the languages she can think of, adding as many colorful ones as she can remember while in the process of praying for her life, squeezing tighter with her thighs, hiding her face into Luka’s shoulder. “Oh my god, oh my god! Get it away! Out!” “It’s just a spider,” Adrien repeats, but he’s too busy dealing with hiding his laughter in order to actually sound annoyed at her. What a dog. “What are you screaming for? Dear Lord, I’ve never heard you sound so scared before— you’re not going to get bit. You’re far more dangerous than the spider is.” “I think I’m going to faint,” she squeals. “Please, please, please get it out of here. I’m going to start crying, and the one person I don’t want to cry in front of is Luka.” “And why is that, exactly?” Luka laughs. “I care about your opinion of me far too much to let that happen,” she replies without thinking about it too hard. “Who cares about what ‘Mister Rich Boy’ thinks about me.” “Hey,” Adrien sounds off behind her. “Watch it, ‘Princess’, or I’ll put this spider on you.”“Don’t you dare.”

[grooviestsadpapaya]

Kinda wanna add Ravio to my au should I do it

[nikethestatue]

The Kings’ Wife

Chapter 6

Clean Up on Aisle Seven 

warnings: mostly language, sexual situations

I want to ruin you beautifully

“Where is Fenrys?” Azriel came downstairs, dressed for the day, in his suit.

Only Ruhn was in the kitchen, his sword strapped to his back, his long hair braided–the man was ready for his day, and whoever was about to cross his path would probably not live to tell the tale.

“I heard him in the morning, very briefly, and after that,” Ruhn shrugged his big shoulders and sipped his coffee.

“Any idea where my wife is?” Azriel rummaged in the cupboard and got a cereal box out.

Ruhn hid a smirk.

The great and fearsome Azriel King, the man who frightened and threatened, sitting at the counter, eating Honey Nut Cheerios with entirely too much milk, in Ruhn’s opinion.

“I am going to hazard a guess that she is with Fenrys,” he said at last, biting into his croissant.

“It’s not even eight in the morning!” Azriel grunted. It was obvious that he didn’t like not seeing Elain at the table, in the kitchen, for breakfast.

“My brother,” Ruhn said pacifically, “once Fenrys is in the game, I think you need to accept that you and I are playing second and third banana respectively,”

“She is my wife,”

“Hmmm,” Ruhn sighed, “but can any wife really be faulted for succumbing to Fenrys’s unrelenting charms? Come on now. Even if you were a wife, you’d be in the same position. He is blond, he is ripped, he is tall, he is hung like a stallion. What do you expect a girl to do?”

“This is not helping,”

“Gonna be honest with you, Az,” Ruhn continued. “That virginity thing that you are gearing to take–it might not be there by the end of the day.”

“Still not helping,” Azriel groaned into his cereal.

“Hey, it’s a Fenrys Moonbeam world and we are all just living in it,”

Having finished his croissant, Ruhn lit a cigarette and added,

“Oh, and,”

“No, I think it’s enough,” Azriel stopped him.

“I am just saying–the English accent,”

“Oh, fuck me,” Azriel moaned dramatically, burying his face in his hands. “Oh god. I forgot. I forgot about the English accent,”

“Honestly, he’s been pretty good at keeping it on the DL,” Ruhn laughed softly. “But I am guessing today is the day he will unleash it on the unsuspecting Elain,”

“Not the English accent!”

“It’s a real panty dropper,” Ruhn kept laughing. “Knickers just melt when the 6”5 English god of sex unveils his London accent. You and I stand literally no chance,”

“Why are you doing this?” Azriel demanded.

“Just preparing you for the inevitable!”

“I know, I know, she is already besotted with him. Who isn’t?”

“All the ladies, many men. He is jolly,”

“He is jolly.”

Azriel nodded and sighed.

“But you know he is going to offer her ‘a cuppa’ and she is going to go all googly eyes over it,”

“Fucking tea,” Azriel thew his bowl into the sink, probably with some unnecessary aggression. “She is Italian, why is she drinking tea?”

“The power of a hot English guy with an English accent. And a cuppa.”

Azriel got up, pulling his tie in a knot with enough strength to strangle an ordinary mortal and then barked,

“Alright, you got work to do. See ya.”

Ruhn grinned and saluted him, saying, “yes boss’.

As Azriel half-stormed out of the house, extremely unusually agitated, Ruhn couldn't help but laugh to himself. His brother definitely didn’t like his wife spending time with Fen.

*

Cassian Anteroga-Rossi was driving a van. A van . Through New York City, feeling and looking like an idiot. Because who actually possessed and drove a van in this city?

But, of course, Fenrys, who always tittered on the edge of reality on a good day, decided to kill someone. Before noon. On a Tuesday. In public.

When Cassian got the call, announcing that clean up was needed on ‘aisle seven’ he knew that’s what it was–a murder, in public. At least no witnesses, as far as he could tell. ‘Clean up on aisle three’ for example, meant that someone was tortured, but still alive, and needed to be dumped somewhere. ‘Aisle five’ meant tortured and killed. ‘Aisle ten’ was a FUBAR type of a situation–murder, in public, with witnesses, perhaps with face recognition. Basically the one situation no one ever wanted to be in. Thankfully, they haven’t gotten to ‘aisle ten’ ever. Or, maybe, yet.

Fenrys texted him the coordinates, and Cassian drove as fast as he could, swearing under his breath, because every minute was a minute too late. Every minute was a minute when Fenrys could be pinched. The problem with Fenrys was that he was wild and difficult to control and whenever he was the one who summoned Cassian to do a clean up job, Cassian’s heart dropped. Because Fenrys was the guy who killed someone with an orange once. As in fruit. He jammed it so hard in the guy’s mouth, he dislocated a jaw and basically suffocated him with citrus. He also killed a fella with an ice cream cone–the sugar kid, with the pointy end–by slamming it into the man’s eye until it lodged into his brain. Really, when it came to fighting and murder, Fenrys was known to utilize everything–food, household items, kitchen utensils, umbrellas, shoes, you name it, he probably used it. Unlike Ruhn, who liked to fight with his fists, those knuckles thick with scars, and trained to break jaws and withstand impacts that would otherwise shatter the hand and break the wrist, Fenrys always found more inventive ways of killing someone. Once he force-fed someone shrimp, knowing that they were allergic to shellfish and watched them die of anaphylactic shock. Azriel was the only ‘normal’ one–he detested touch, especially body fluids from random males who were bleeding or drooling or sweating. So he used knives and machetes and guns. Guns. Like a proper villain.

Yes, Fenrys was an interesting kind of a guy. As Cassian drove through Harlem, he figured that it wasn’t terribly surprising, considering that you couldn’t be normal when you watched your whole family gunned down in front of your eyes, including your little brother and your mom, when you were not yet ten years old. And then ripped away from your country and sent to your dick of an uncle.

Cassian didn’t know what to expect as he pulled up to a small ugly Chinese restaurant that’s seen better days, at least on the outside. Frankly, his favorite Chinese place had no name; they just called it Soho Chinese, you had to enter it from the alley, there were always lines half a mile long and the place had a Michelin star. So who was he to judge? He wouldn’t have even known about the Michelin star, if it hadn’t been for the owner, Harri Feng, dropping a random tidbit of information that the Vanserras were hassling him for payoffs. Well, after that, Cassian set up a little personal recon mission, eventually broke the Vanserra thug’s wrists and sent a warning to leave the restaurant alone. Harri somehow figured it out, but Cass didn’t want any payments or thanks, other than a free order of sticky spicy spareribs with every order.

So, as he stood in front of the interestingly named The Chow of Fun restaurant, he didn’t know what to expect. A restaurant full of bleeding bodies Kill Bill -style? One guy dead, with his face buried in a bowl of noodles? (Remember, Fenrys likes murdering with food) Someone with a meat cleaver protruding from their chest? Ugh, he hoped not a wok or a vat of boiling oil, and someone in it. Cassian had a delicate stomach when it came to burns.

He’d scanned the street around him, but did not notice Fen’s usual rides–fancy or overly Anglicized cars, whether a Mini with a Union Jack or a Bentley.

He entered the restaurant, which was bustling at this time–it was lunch–and looked around for Fenrys, failing to locate him. An old Asian woman came over to him and glancing conspiratorially, asked, “You for Mista Fen?”

“Yeah, I am here for Mister Fen,” he nodded.

She pointed to a side door and whispered, “Mista Fen upstairs”.

Well, there was no Kill Bill massacre that he’d have to clean up, which was a relief. But watching people slurp piping hot noodles in 90-degree heat was another kind of torture. Why people did this to themselves, he couldn’t fathom.

At least Mista Fen seemed to be a regular here. Cass was absolutely certain that Fenrys had made friends with the owners, like he made friends with everyone, and now, he could probably hide out here whenever he wanted.

Slouching, so not to hit his head, he made it up the narrow staircase and opened the door.

Stepping onto a rooftop, which had seating consisting of plastic tables and chairs and some string lights, it was currently completely empty.

Well, not empty.

It had two occupants. Mista Fen and Mrs. Azriel King.

Making out.

No.

This was way, way beyond making out. Cassian stopped in his tracks. He was rarely shocked, having served in the army, having seen people blown up and tortured and raped. This though, he wasn’t prepared for at all.

Elain sat on one of those plastic tables, with Fenrys standing between her legs. Her blue jersey dress was hiked up to her thighs, almost to her stomach, and all Cassian saw was lots of exposed skin. The stretchy dress was pulled down over her tits as well, and they were pale and creamy and pink and absolutely bare, squished within Fenrys’s massive hands. He was kissing her filthily, with tongue and smacking and complete ravenous determination. Like she was the last woman on earth. Like she was his last woman. And she was purring against him, her hand lost in his blond curls, tugging him closer, her long legs wrapped around his thighs.

“We are going to make such damn hot kids, baby pie!” Cassian overheard Fenrys exclaim excitedly.

The announcement did not surprise Elain apparently. She only laughed and started kissing him again.

What the hell was baby pie? A small pie? A pie for babies? Did babies eat pies?

Cassian’s mind ran wild and yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Couldn’t walk away from watching this–this sexy train wreck of a disaster. He thought that Fenrys was crazy before, but truly the man’s lost his mind!

Because Fenrys cupped those lovely full tits and clamped his teeth over the nipples, both at once, and pulled on them, tugging and nipping, and surely hurting her, if it weren't for her wild, desperate moan of pleasure. He sucked and sucked, and licked and chewed, his hand disappearing between her thighs and though Cassian couldn’t see it from this angle, but the explicit slurping sound that her pussy made when Fenrys sunk his finger into her told him enough.

In the middle of NYC, at lunch, on the roof of some decrepit building that now housed a Chinese restaurant, Fenrys Moonbeam was fingering his sister-in-law.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Cassian forgot all about the dead body that he was supposed to have been finding and transporting.

Because this seemed like a massive disaster in the making. Was he terribly surprised that Elain succumbed to the charms of the blond unruly Englishman? No, no he wasn’t. But that Fenrys would do this, right after the wedding? Did he really have a death wish? Because Azriel was not someone who could be toyed and played with like this.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Fenrys grunted, pressing his forehead to hers, his hand going from exploring and cautious to to full on ramming–thrusting hard and deep, the sounds juicy and obscene. Her moans turned into gasping, pathetic whimpers as she swayed against him, her tongue darting out to lick on his.

She looked a wanton, sexy mess and Cassian couldn’t help himself and licked his lips. Elain wasn’t his type, but a naked beauty in the throes of sexual pleasure was a naked beauty. He didn’t know her well–Feyre was a friend, a bohemian oddball, who somehow managed to completely bewitch his wealthy cousin Rhysand. Through her, Cassian had met the other two sisters–Nesta and Elain. Through the grapevine, he’d heard that Elain has been bounced around as a marriageable option for a number of families–the Nolans, the Vanserras, even, rumour had it, the Salvaterre don himself, Lorcan. But she ended up with Azriel. A surprising choice for all parties, though Cassian figured that it was an amicable union. Probably not a love match, but Azriel looked absolutely besotted at the wedding–happier than Cassian’s ever seen him before. And now…this. He couldn’t believe it.

He finally cleared his throat, seeing how Elain finally came. He wasn’t a monster and wasn’t going to leave the woman hanging without reaching her orgasm.

“Cass, you are here!” Fenrys turned his head and smiled. He slowly pulled his hand out of Elain and licked his fingers, giving absolutely no fucks that Cassian was watching them.

“Sorry honey,” he said to Elain, who was putting her tits back into her bra and her dress, still panting, “I was going to have you for lunch, but now, we’ll have to postpone it.” She laughed softly and kissed him on the lips, before waving to Cassian and saying, “Hi Cass!”

Cassian didn’t think that Elain was a psycho, but maybe she was.

She jumped off the table and then came over to him and gave him a hug.

“Thanks for coming!” she said excitedly. “Fen killed Vinny today. Because Vinny was very rude to me. So, where are we disposing of the body?” the big brown eyes glinted with unholy light.

Fenrys wrapped his arm around Elain and pulled her to him.

“Who the hell is Vinny?” Cassian demanded, staring dagger at both of them.

“Doesn’t matter who Vinny is,” Fenrys waved his hand, “we need to,”

At that, Cassian exploded, “What the fuck is going on Fen? Are you out of your mind?!”

Elain grimaced at the display of anger and folded her arms on her chest,

“Cassian,”

“No Elain!” he bellowed. “Are you fucking nuts? What the fuck are you doing? You literally just got married!!” He yelled, waving his arms.

“Do you know what Azriel will do when he finds out?!” he shook his finger at her, “and he will find out. Mark my words!”

“And you! You stupid idiot,” he turned to Fenrys, “you can never keep it zipped up in your pants, can you?”

“It’s trousers to you,” Fenrys corrected him dryly.

“Cassian, it’s okay,” Elain attempted to soothe him, as she lay her hand on his.

“Okay?” he threw his hands up in the air, “okay? What is okay about it, Elain? You are getting fingered in the middle of Manhattan, by your fucking bro-in-law!”

She frowned and  muttered, “okay, rude,”

“Rude? I am rude? You haven’t seen Azriel ‘rude’, you stupid girl,”

“Hey, hey, that’s enough,” Fenrys stepped between the two of them, while Elain turned red and snarled angrily, “fuck you, Cassian! Who the hell do you think you are?!”

“I am not going to allow you to cuckold my cousin!”

“Not allow me?” she yelled, and then in one swift move, snatched Fenrys’s knife that was sheathed at his hip.

“Whoa, whoa!” Fen waved his arms, attempting to calm her down. “He doesn’t meant it, baby,”

“I do fucking mean it!” Cassian grunted savagely. “You have one task and one task only to accomplish, stupid little girl,” he lunged at her, trying to snatch the knife, but he was unsuccessful. In a surprisingly agile move, Elain moved and pulled the knife away from him, almost slicing his hand.

“Elain!” Fenrys barked. “We don’t need any extra DNA out there! You wanna cut him, you do that later on, love,”

“I will cut this misogynistic prick!” she vowed, scowling.

“You listen to me, you little twerp,” Cassian lunged at her again, with renewed vigour, only to be caught on the shoulder by Fen’s iron grip.

“Easy there, big fella,” Fen gritted out. “And quit calling her names!”

“She said I am misogynistic, where I fucking am not !”

Elain’s chin jutted out, but she did not release her knife.

“I am not lying to Az,” Cassian finally stopped trying to reach her and crossed his arms on his chest. “You are to give him a kid. That’s the deal. You are to fulfill the bargain and the family agreement and deliver a King heir,” he jabbed his finger into Fen’s chest. “He is not a King! He is,”

“I am too!” Fenrys laughed. “I’ve been demoted from my throne,”

“Listen you demented Englishman with a perpetual hard-on,”

“Ouch,” but Fenrys was laughing, “that’s quite the pet name, Cass! You know, you are my cousin too,”

“Shut up,”

“Baby, can I please have my knife back,” Fenrys asked, smiling at her. “You’ve got some moves, girl. We’ll have to discuss this later,”

“Are we going to get Vinny?” she finally asked, still glaring at Cassian, though she handed the knife back to Fenrys.

“Yeah, we probably should get Vinny,” Fen agreed, “or he’ll be baked into a pie soon. Also, Cass,” he clapped him on the shoulder, “Az knows. Do you think I’d be the kind of cunt who’d be diddling my sister-in-law behind my brother’s back?”

Cassian stared at them suspiciously.

“It’s an arrangement we have, Cassian ,” Elain spat at last, still seething. “And while the state of my vagina is none of your damn business, I know full well whose child I am supposed to have first. But, we’ve made a decision between the four of us,”

“What decision,”

“We all married babygirl,” Fenrys shrugged and then kissed the top of Elain’s head.

Perplexed, Cassian just stared at them.

“Gotta go, buddy,” Fen snapped his fingers. “Like now, let’s go!”

He headed toward the door, with Elain on his heels, but before she reached it, Cassian caught her by the arm. She whirled at him, ready to strike, but he said,

“Sorry, Elain. And you are in agreement? With this arrangement?”

“Of course!”

Cassian placed his hands on her shoulders and said, “Elain, I apologise for my words. But…they aren’t forcing you, are they?” his brow furrowed and she realised that he was genuinely concerned for her.

Patting his hand, Elain assured him, “No, Cass. It was my decision. No one forced me into anything. I just felt…” she sighed, “a special sort of closeness with  them…like, I wanted to be with them. I, I know it’s unorthodox,”

“Quite,” he grunted.

“But I want it,” she insisted stubbornly. “It’s my life, and I want it to be what I want it to be!”

“I mean, I get it, I guess,”

“You don’t have to get it. You just have to accept it.”

She turned and eased from under his hold and went downstairs, with him following her.

*

They found Vinny’s body by the dumpster, covered with boxes and bags. Cassian backed the van up into the alley, and Elain watched how he opened a secret compartment in the back of the van, and he and Fenrys ably stuffed the body in there. It was obvious that it wasn't their first time doing this.

“Climb in,” Cassian instructed and Elain listened, wordlessly climbing into the front seat, only to be joined by Fenrys on the passenger side. Meanwhile, Cass poured a gallon of bleach all over the spot where Vinny was hidden on the ground, tossed the plastic jug and plastic gloves into the secret compartment and then jumped into the driver seat.

They drove onto the street and smoothly weaved into the traffic.

“Why is there a baby seat in the back?” Elain asked at last, after a good ten minutes of silence. During the time, Cass comfortably navigated the streets, knowing where he was going, and glancing in the mirror once in a while, to make sure they were not being followed.

“If it’s a normal family van with a baby seat in the back, the cops are much less likely to stop it,” he explained, glaring straight ahead, “than if it’s a white rapey murder van,”

“Makes sense,” Elain nodded thoughtfully. She was sucking on an orange lollipop which was making her tongue bright orange.

Then,

“So, where are we going?”

Then,

“What are we gonna do with Vinny?”

“Stop calling him by his name,” Cassian snapped. “It’s weird. It’s just a body. And stop asking so many questions Miss Mafia Princess,”

Elain pouted, while muttering under her breath, “I am a Queen.”

Fenrys barked a laugh and pulled her to kiss her temple. Elain licked on her lolly and then offered it to Fenrys, who latched on it like it was a tit.

Cassian gave them a side glance and then rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

She pulled the lollipop from Fenrys’s lips and swallowed it back.

“Gross,” Cass grumbled.

“You are gross,” she muttered. “Have you even been in a relationship before?”

“Have you?”

“I am in a relationship now. And in relationships, you share, Cassian .”

Fenrys was smiling at the bickering.

“God you are annoying,” she sighed. “I am not putting one good word for you to Nesta,”

At that, Cassian looked quickly at her and asked,

“What about Nesta? What did she say?”

“She didn’t say anything,” Elain continued licking on her pop and Fenrys moaned, “babygirl, quit that. Or I’ll have those lips wrapped around my dick pretty soon,”

“Oh my god, fuck off,” Cassian cried. “Get the hell out of my van. Or stop with your gross sex talk!”

“Cass, are you a virgin?” Elain asked sweetly.

“Are you?”

Then, roughly, he asked, “What did Nes say about me?”

“Nes? Nes ?” Elain almost choked on her lolly.

Fenrys cocked his brow and also wondered, “Nes is it?”

“I just didn't finish pronouncing her name,” Cassian grumbled defensively, flushing.

Elain shrugged and said, cruelly, “you aren’t her type.”

“Excuse me? And what’s wrong with me?”

“You come at Nes with ‘ I’ve travelled 500 miles to give you my seed! I am to breed my sons upon your womb, woman’ ,” Elain said in a deep voice, imitating him, while Fenrys was hollering with laughter next to her, “she’ll probably rip your nuts off.”

“Oh baby, what a visual,” Fenrys shuddered.

“You understand I'd never say that to her, right?” Cassian protested. “I don't have to travel more than like six miles tops to give her my seed,”

“Oh, good to know. So you’ll only say it me?”

“Mother’s tits you got a mouth on you,”

“She does,” Fenrys nodded, smirking meaningfully.

“Don’t need to know the details of your sexual shenanigans,” Cassian waved him off.

*

They drove all the way to Jersey, where Vinny was unceremoniously dumped into an incinerator at some steel plant.

“Should we say something?” Elain proposed.

“Elain, made men don’t always get pretty funerals,” Cassian told her.

“Well, I think we should,”

Cassian sighed and then began, “Our Father who art in Heaven,”

Fenrys interrupted him and quoted,

“ Here's to the bee who stung the bull that got the bull to buckin,

Here's to God for creating Adam and Eve that got the world a fuckin’! ”

Elain elbowed him and sneered, “what the hell kind of a prayer is this?”

“An English one,” he laughed and wrapping her arm around her shoulders said, “let’s go. Az is probably going to send a rescue party!”

*

“Where the hell have you been?”

It was around four in the afternoon by the time they actually made it back.

“Why haven’t you been picking up your phone?” Azriel ranted at them, the moment they stepped into the house. He turned to Elain, looking at her, with both fury and disappointment, “and you? Why aren’t you answering any texts?”

She stared at him, somewhat fed up with men yelling at her today and threw her bag on the floor.

“You took my phone away, Azriel–before the wedding,” she reminded him icily, while behind her, Fenrys was making big wild eyes at Az, trying to bring him down from his irritation, but Azriel didn’t look at him.

Elain added, “I am still waiting to get it back,”

“Oh, well, I,” he began explaining.

“Yeah,” she strolled to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, chugging it. “Well.”

“Where were you?” Azriel repeated his question.

He was dressed informally for once–but in all black. Black jeans, black t-shirt that stretched over his muscular torso, hugging every dent and bulge of his body, and boots.

“Fen killed Vinny and we had to dispose of the body,” Elain said like she was discussing her garden or cucumber sandwiches.

“I am sorry, what?” Azriel turned to her and stared, confusion and shock written on his handsome face.

Elain toed off her booties and then plopped on the sofa, showing him her left hand and wiggling her fingers, “And I got a ring from Fen,”

“What do you mean Fen killed someone?” Azriel’s voice sounded like death.”Were you attacked?”

“No,” Elain shrugged, “but we met with Vinny–well, Fen did, and,”

She wasn’t able to finish her tale, before Azriel flew at Fenrys and his fist connected with the blond man’s jaw. Fenrys, surprisingly, withstood the initial attack, and did not retaliate, allowing Azriel the first, brutal punch. Azriel slammed into Fen like a giant black bat, his massive shoulder pushing into the man’s gut and Fenrys skidded back, though managed the remain on his feet, grabbing Azriel’s waist and shoving him back. But a vicious punch in the kidney had Fenrys wheezing and despite Elain’s frantic shouts, and futile attempts to pull them apart, they went at each other like savages, pounding each other’s faces and bodies, blows landing all over their torsos. They were huge men and in the melee, Elain was knocked down on her ass, whipped across the floor, and slid all the way to the kitchen island, the marble finally breaking her spinning.

“Elain!” both men yelled in unison, while she looked around dazed, rubbing her head.

They crawled towards her, blood trailing them on the floor, trying to get to her first, while pushing and shoving each other.

“Elain are you okay?” Azriel cried out, horrified, “I am sorry, Elain,”

“Auuu,” she moaned, “stop fighting, you idiots!”

That, however, did not have the desired effect and only enraged Azriel further, and he flipped and pounced on Fenrys, renewing his assault.

“You stupid fuck!” he yelled, “you took her on a job?! Are you fucking nuts?”

“He did what? ”

Behind them, Ruhn’s voice boomed, angry and icy. No one even noticed him coming in.

“Noo,” Elain leapt between the charging Ruhn, who was running at them like a linebacker and for a moment, she thought ‘this is how I die’. But he vaulted over the sofa and then pulled the men apart, only to land a blow on Fenrys’s face.

“So what!?” Elain screamed, “we went on a job and it was awesome!”

Bloodied and bruised, Fenrys smiled a happy smile, his teeth red, his dark eyes glaring at her with excitement, despite Ruhn punching him in the gut.

“Awesome? Fucking awesome?” raged Azriel, this time at her. “Do you understand how stupid and dangerous this is? You have no,”

“I was with Fen!”

“I don't care who you were with. You are my fucking wife and you’ll do as I say!” he roared. “Go to your room. NOW!”

“What?” she scrambled to her feet, tears bursting out of her eyes.

“Go to your goddamn room!” he ordered. “Or I’ll drag you there myself!”

“Whoa, Az,” was the last thing Elain heard, Ruhn’s voice sharp and accusatory. “What the hell, man?”

She stormed up the stairs and went to her bedroom, slamming the door.

Downstairs, the ruckus continued, yelling and things crashing.

Elain’s heart pounded in her chest, as she tore off her dress, angrily ripping the straps and stomping on it, as she headed to the bathroom.

Fuck Azriel. Fuck him 10,000 and 3 ways to Sunday. She was enraged, her hands shaking, her breath coming in panicked gasps. The very thing that she feared the most was happening right now, all of three days after the wedding. Her husband was going to imprison her in his house, where she’d stay and do nothing. He’d sell her flower shop, or even worse, would just board it up. She didn’t have a car, didn’t have a phone, she had nowhere to go. She couldn’t even get in touch with Nesta. Feyre was already in this blasted family, so she’d be no use.

He was a damn snake, who slithered into her life with tender promises and compliments, but he was just like all of them.

Imagine! Sending her upstairs, to her room, like she was some insolent child, or an ill-behaved poodle!

As she stepped into the shower, washing off the roller-coaster of a day that she had, she kept muttering to herself in anger. She was his damn wife, just like he said, and yet he treated her like she was a four year-old who ate the birthday cake before candles. And he beat up Fenrys! And Fenrys allowed him to hit him, like he felt guilty.

They didn’t do anything wrong! Not her, and not Fen.

The door to the bathroom opened and just like he did in the morning, Fenrys strolled in. Rather, limped in.

“El, you okay?” he rasped, hobbling to the shower enclosure.

“My god, Fen!” Elain gasped, seeing him all bloodied and bruised, his lip split, his cheek swollen, half of his face covered in a blossoming bruise. She leapt out of the shower and wrapped her arms around him, fussing and not knowing where to touch him, since he kept wincing and grunting.

“That’s all, I am calling the police!” she raged, as she helped him take off his shirt. His torso was aso bruised and an angry red welt crossed his back. “I want him arrested,”

Fenrys laughed, and then moaned, “oww, oww, this is,”

“Assault!” she unbuckled his belt and he smirked, as she pulled the belt and then unzipped his jeans and had him sit down on the edge of the tub, as she squatted and began to pull his boots off. “He should be arrested!”

“El, you are naked,” he noted, rather unoriginally.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she mumbled, “I am cold, wet and naked. And my head smacked on the island and it’s swollen,” she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her sodden head, “feel it! Feel the bump?”

“I feel the bump,” he nodded. “I am sorry,”

“You? Why are you sorry?” she exploded, “he a dickweed and an asshole and a cuntbucket!”

“Cuntbucket, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Is it like a bucket full of cunts? Or a cunt with a buck-,”

“That's not the point!” she snapped. “The point is, he is acting like he is deranged,”

“I think he is very worried about you,” Fen said softly, as she got rid of the boots, tossed them aside and began to drag his jeans down. “I think he,”

“I am sorry, I am sorry–you are defending him?” she demanded, eyes blazing with rage, looking both supremely sexy, with her soft body glistening with water and droplets running down her breasts and hips, and also frighteningly angry.

Fenrys didn’t know where to look. Also, his head swam, because he collided with the wall, when he threw Az off him, and that knocked him out a bit. But he couldn’t help but look because her nipples were delightful, and when a little droplet rolled down her breast and dangled off the plump peak, he lunged unwards, lapping on it like a dog.

“I hate him,” Elain muttered sullenly, as slipped his Calvins down his thighs and then he was naked.

Fenrys cringed, as he got up and then stumbled into the shower. Elain followed him, and he waved his hand, smirking, “You don’t hate him, babygirl,”

“I do too!”

“No you don’t,”

“You have some kind of Stockholm Syndrome,” she argued, taking a loofah and gently sponging him, trying to avoid all his cuts and bumps.

“Haha, well, he didn’t kidnap me,” Fenrys laughed, his injuries and the violent fight apparently having no real effect on his mood or his usual jovial disposition. “And I haven’t fallen in love with him either,”

“Well, neither have I!” she grumbled. “He is a nut,”

“But I do love him,” Fen assured her. “Even if he beat my face in. Maybe I deserved it,”

“No!” she yelled. “You didn’t,”

He put his hands on her hips, pulling her to him and then gently brushing his lips over hers.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have taken you with me…I,”

“Fenrys,” Elain grabbed his chin, squeezing it mercilessly and making him wince. “I felt…alive. Alive. For the first time in a long time! The few other times when I felt the same was when I opened my shop, and when I met,” she swallowed, “you. The three of you.”

“And I don’t want to be a housewife, who sits home and isn’t allowed to think for herself. I’ve agreed–reluctantly, mind you–to Azriel’s and Ruhn’s demands for security. But honestly, he isn’t allowed to react this way every time something is amiss,”

“It was a pretty big deal today, baby,” he argued. “We killed someone,”

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the doorway and Elain flinched, while Fen wrapped his arms around her and soothed her softly, just with his presence alone.

Through the drenched, fogged glass, Elain beheld her husband. His sharp handsome face was dark, no longer angry, but calm and placid. The black hair was slicked back, and he’d changed his shirt. Like Fen, he sported various injuries on his face, a cut on his forearm, a deep gash on his forehead.

He grabbed a towel from the rack and said,

“Fen, wrap your cock and give me a minute of privacy with my wife,”

Elain swallowed, nervous, already exhausted from all the fighting and feeling like she had no fight left in her. Fenrys did not argue, but wrapped a towel around his waist and padded out of the bathroom. Elain sighed and stepped out, wrapping herself in a robe. Azriel folded his arms on his chest and cocked his head, his gaze heavy and unwavering. She’d experienced that gaze before, having seen it at the wedding, when he was not entirely pleased with someone. He didn’t act, but it was unnerving, his stillness and his silence, as if he was wrapped in shadows and darkness.

“I am tired, Azriel,” Elain said honestly, “and I don’t want to argue with you.”

“I want to apologise, Elain,” he said solemnly. “What you saw today–it was not me. I am sorry, but,”

“Oh, and here is the ‘but’,” she sneered.

“Yes, there is a ‘but’,” he said coldly. “I don’t want this happening again,”

“What exactly?” she raised her brow at him, squeezing the water out of her hair.

“You gallivanting with Fenrys and going on jobs,”

“Why?”

The question seemed to take him aback for a moment, and he took a minute to respond.

“It’s…inappropriate,”

“That’s what you came up with?”

“Elain,”

“No, Azriel! You listen to me! I’ve been stifled all my life– by my father, my sister, the circumstances of my birth and my family. I was shopped around like a prized cow for someone to marry. I had no say in who I’d end up with. And as it happens, I am glad that I ended up with you!”

At that, his eyes flashed, a pleased smirk on his beautiful mouth.

“But that happiness won’t last long, if I’d just go from one jail to another. And I don’t want to hate you,”

“I think hate is a strong word,” he countered.

“I think it’s the correct word,” she insisted, sitting on the bed. “I am your wife, not some member of your organization, and not even one of your brothers. I don’t work for you. I don’t serve you,” she reminded him.

“This is not about that,” he was frustrated, threading his fingers through his hair. “It’s dangerous,”

“I know the life we live, I know what’s dangerous,”

“Elain, I said no,” his tone was firm, uncompromising. “You cannot go on jobs. Even,”

“It was the one thing that made me breathe and laugh,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “To experience that freedom…the exhilaration,”

“Fenrys killed someone, Elain!” Azriel snapped. “In front of you! And what would happen if you got caught? Fenrys is a madman–he does parkour! He can jump from a 4th story building and land on his feet, and propel himself over walls and from balcony to balcony. He runs like a fucking antelope! He also fights with fists, and knives, and daggers, and pots and pans and banana peels! There is no stopping him,”

“So,”

“So,” he snapped, “if shit hits the fan, Fen can get away!! You can’t! So, what’s he gonna do?!?! Stay with you obviously. And then I lose a brother and a wife?!?”

“You are exaggerating,” she argued feebly.

“Am I? Jobs go bad! All the time,” he said roughly, “and while I trust my brothers, I am sorry, but I don’t trust you,”

“So, that’s the end of it? You just decided for me,”

He shrugged, “it is what it is. I am the boss and the husband–that’s my decision.”

Elain bit her lip until it hurt, until it was almost blood, but she did not allow herself tears.

Azriel watched her in silence, and there was a tick in his jaw, like he was fighting with himself, but she didn’t help him in any manner. She looked up and pursed her lips and asked coldly,

“Am I still allowed to work in my shop, husband?”

His tongue ran over his teeth, as he attempted to hide his annoyance, but at last, he answered,

“I promised that you would, Elain. And I am a man of my word. You are free to work at your shop.”

“Wow, how generous of you.”

“Elain,” he grunted.

She shrugged and said,

“I thought that I married a knight in shining armour…but I married,”

“Me,” he snarled. “You married me! I never promised to be a knight! You are stuck with what you got. Your life isn’t exactly very difficult there,”

“No,” her tone was icy, “it’s delightful. Now, do take care about destroying furniture in my house. If it is, of course, my house. Or maybe I am just a roommate here, who needs to ask for permission to leave her room…or, order to go to her room,”

“Oh my god!” he threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. “I am done with this conversation!”

“Well, you are the boss and the husband, so I suppose it’s your decision.”

He turned on his heel and stormed to the door. As he ripped it open, he turned around and threw,

“Suppose there is no chance of consummation tonight, is there?”

In response, Elain rolled an invisible lever, and slowly raised her middle finger to him.

“I thought so.”

*

When Azriel came downstairs, it was quiet and music was playing.

“Did you know that dolphins sleep with one eye open?”

He heard Fenrys ask excitedly.

To which Ruhn responded,

“So do I. Maybe I am a dolphin,”

“I went swimming with the dolphins once,” Elain interfered, “and it bit me!”

“A dolphin bit you?” Fenrys gasped.

“Sounds fake, but okay,”

“No, no really, here!”

Azriel supposed she was showing them some kind of evidence on her body–probably a scar.

“Octopuses have one arm that’s a penis!” she announced excitedly.

“Well, I have two arms and a penis,” Fenrys argued reasonably.

“Yeah, but one of your arms isn't a penis, Fen!” Elain argued.

“I can make anything into a penis,” he insisted. “Any appendage I possess can be used for pleasure,”

“Please be quiet,” Ruhn moaned.

Azriel wanted to moan with him.

When he finally made himself known, his brothers looked at him, but Elain pointedly ignored his arrival.

He was surprised to be sure, to see her here, figuring that she’d be pouting and ignoring him and his presence for at least a couple of days. But here she was. Tucked between the two towering men, leaning on Fen’s shoulder. They were looking at someone’s phone–apparently finding useful information like where squid penises were located.

Elain was dressed in her leggings and a tanktop, and a tiara on her head. Where the hell she got a tiara, he wasn’t sure, and why she decided to wear it, but here they were. He didn’t comment, more concerned about the fact that Elain had seen, and probably touched, both of his brothers’ penises by now. He was irritated by the thought. Considering how comfortable she was with Fen in the shower and his monster cock, he figured that she’d acquainted herself with it prior.

The table was set for dinner.

As they made a beeline to it, Ruhn offered, “you can sit on my lap, pretty girl”.

“She is not sitting on your lap,” Azriel gritted through his teeth.

“What did you cook, what did you cook?!” Fenrys asked excitedly. “Also, you totally don't have to cook for us, but if you wanna, do it! Your cooks are delicious!”

“My cooks?” she laughed, doing something at the stove.

“Your cooks and your bakes!”

“Cacio e pepe,” she explained. “With a fried egg!”

“Ohhh, carbtacular dinner!” Fenrys rubbed his hands.

Elain swirled the pasta into a perfect little mound on the plates, topped it with a fried egg and more black pepper and then brought it to the table on a tray. They were already helping themselves to some prosciutto and cheese and sweet baby tomatoes, while Ruhn was pouring everyone wine.

She sat a plate in front of each man and herself, before taking her place at the head of the table.

“What is this?” Fenrys asked curiously, looking at Azriel’s plate.

Everyone’s pasta glistened with a rich cheesy sauce and a luscious fried egg, where as Azriel’s pasta was decidedly more…orange.

Elain glanced at the plate innocently and shrugged,

“Oh, I ran out of cacio. And pepe. And pasta. And eggs,” she popped a piece of cheese in her mouth, while Ruhn was shaking with laughter across from her. “I found this in the cupboard. I believe it’s Kraft mac n’ cheese.”

Azriel remained completely calm and smacked his lips, squaring his shoulders in front of the orange mess on his plate, while Fenrys cut into the egg yolk and it flowed sensually over the spaghetti.

“Well, buon appetito, family!” Azriel raised his glass to them and then tucked his spoon in the quickly congealing slop. “Oh and Elain, thank you for cooking. It looks very appetising.”

He tasted the sweet-bitter-sour creature on his spoon, shuddering a bit, yet smiling gleefully.

“And this is for you,” he passed a phone across the table to her.

Elain knew what he was doing–guilting her for giving him Kraft macaroni, while feeding the rest of them a nice meal. Here was her phone, as promised.

Yet, she only shrugged and took it from him.

“Did you put a tracker in it?” she asked.

“I certainly did,” he smiled savagely.

Yes, Azriel felt that he was persona non grata for the rest of the evening, even as they wound down, went outside to sit by the pool with various libations.

Naturally, Fenrys challenged Elain to a swim-off and after a bit of whining on her part, she raised her arms, and he stepped entirely too close to her, and removed her top, tossing it on the ground. There was something hypnotically sensual about watching him work on a woman’s body, and undress her so languidly, yet so ably. Not a move out of place. A kiss on the shoulder. A peck on the lips. A swipe of his hand down her back. A cup of her bum. All harmonious and perfected, like a sexual symphony. Her bra was next. Then her leggings, along with the undies. Within a few minutes, she was completely naked.

Ruhn’s brilliantly blue eyes hooded as he watched her slender, tempting curves, as she slid into the pool.

“She is fucking sexy,” he groaned under his breath, swirling his drink in his glass.

“That she is,” Azriel agreed. They were lounging side by side, sprawled in their chaises.

He rubbed his chin, watching Elain wrapped around Fenrys’s absurdly muscular form, his arms caging her softness next to him, each bicep almost as big as her head. The two of them paid no heed to the other two men, Elain lost in Fen’s kisses, as the two of them floated on the surface, tangled together.

“Ruhn,” Azriel said thoughtfully, “I want you to teach her how to fight.”

Ruhn wasn’t outwardly surprised by the request, but he looked at his brother, clarifying,

“You run hot and cold with her, Az. What do you want to do?”

After a long pause, the answer was,

“I want to make her happy,” Azriel sighed.

Ruhn nodded.

“I know I can’t control her,” Azriel extended his hand and Ruhn knew what he was asking, and offered him a cigarette. Azriel popped it in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

He’d quit a few years back, but…not entirely.

“And if push comes to shove, I’d rather she be prepared and have some skills.”

“I get you,” Ruhn agreed. “I was going to suggest it myself…once you simmered down,”

“Oh fuck off. Like you approve of him taking her on a job.”

“It’s not about that. It’s about knowing that we can only offer her the skills to take care of herself. Some of our women were too reliant on others and their protection, and we all paid the price.”

Azriel knew that Ruhn was referring to Mor. But that was a conversation for another time.

*

When Elain finally climbed out of the pool, her teeth were chattering and she squealed, wrapping herself in a towel.

Ruhn had gone inside, but Azriel still remained, and as she sprinted towards the house, he caught her hand and stopped her.

“Sleep with me tonight?” he asked quietly, near begging.

“No,” she shook her head and left him.

*

Special thanks to @sakurakittypeach for coming up with Cassian’s last name and to @123moiaussi​ for the fun fact of octopus penis

It takes a village to write this!

[tsvkishma]

you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

-

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet,  Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

-

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

-

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group. 

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

-

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!” 

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!���

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name. 

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

[simpingforsoftboys]

Moving In With Them

ft. SakuAtsuOsaSuna

G/N Reader

Thank you so much for the request anon! I spent a few moments just imagining this and omg it’d be a hot mess! Also I added some stuff at the beginning cause I just felt like I had to explain how this was even possible aha-

The Odds of Us All readers- you can consider this a part of the series or just read it as a oneshot! But either way this Y/n can be read as either male or female~

Okay so I HC that Tomas (MSBY) was transferred overseas- so that opened a position for a new middle blocker... and luckily the third Miya in the D1 men’s volleyball scene just so happened to be interested in being transferred... now MSBY has not 2- but 3 Miya’s! Naturally this means Suna-Miya needs to move to Osaka ;) 

Prior to the transfer Suna and Y/n had been living together in a nice apartment in Hiroshima 

Meanwhile SakuAtsuOsa were over in Hirikata (which is in Osaka Prefecture) living together in their own place

SakuAtsu were obviously contracted with MSBY, while Osamu ran a branch of Onigiri Miya in Osaka City (which is abt a 34 or so minute drive according to Google)

Atsumu had heard about Tomas’s sudden interest in moving abroad and had brought the subject up to Suna on the dl

So the three of them had been planning everything so that it was ideal for Suna to be brought over to MSBY 

It wasn’t until it was all finalized in the paperwork that Suna and Atsumu realized they hadn’t told any of their partners or even thought of moving

Are we really surprised though? The both of them weren’t exactly in college prep in high school- and for good reason

ANYWAYS- the twin’s and Sakusa’s home was not big enough for four people

Then they realized you might have to stay in Hiroshima for work

Luckily for them- once they finally brought up the topic with you- it turned out you had actually been offered a promotion, though you needed to transfer to your company’s head quarters in Osaka

Definitely destiny

Oh but you, Kiyoomi, and Osamu were not happy at being left out of the loop for literal MONTHS

Getting the place:

Okay so Hirikata is a small- and I mean S M A L L city, with less than an estimated one million residents

So there’s not many housing options that fit your prerequisites

Because of this ya’ll settle on finding a nice place in Osaka City

Eventually- after much searching- you find a (pretty large) property (because budgets aren’t a thing with ya’ll) that’s just perfect!

Ofc you’re buying it ASAP

It takes a hot minute before you move in though- since everyone wants some work done on the place before ya’ll move in

Osamu insists on having all the kitchen’s appliances replaced with new, state of the art ones (makes sense though, his livelihood is all about food quality)

Your volleyball pro partners (mainly Atsumu and Kiyoomi- Rin’s just content with whatever) are having the basketball gym remodeled into a volleyball one- complete with a mini locker-room-esque washroom area

All Suna cared about was having an in home theatre- complete with a legit snack bar (we love his priorities)

Sakusa had the pool drained and deep cleaned and made sure that the mini beach volleyball court that was set up in the yard had entirely fresh sand

Kiyo also had the toilets replaced + the washer and dryers. And even hired extra (trusted) cleaners to thoroughly clean the bathrooms (because he doesn’t trust any seller to do a good job)

Ya’ll spent hella money on the house and you didn’t even move in yet

Finally moving in:

None of you guys lifted a finger when moving your stuff (much to Osamu and Kiyoomi’s chargin)

This was actually because the guy’s trainers and coaches didn’t want to risk them straining or hurting themselves with heavy lifting

I can’t imagine Suna would actually help lift anything though

So you hired movers

Kiyoomi had ya’ll thoroughly wipe the furniture and stuff once the movers left- hating that he had to let them contaminate his belongings

At least he was polite when they were around... right?

Osamu was not happy when he had to help Atsumu unpack the clothes... esp since majority of it is Tsumu’s

“What the hell is this?” Is something you’d hear from him quite a lot

“I got it at Bo’s party a few years back! Cool huh?” Yeah, Tsumu’s kinda hoarding clothes

“The pits have holes.... and it’s stained with beer- lemme just toss it-”

“NO-”

Gross Atsumu

Suna is helping unbox stuff for the sitting room (fancy ig-) and using his height to put everything on the shelves

Honestly he’s procrastinating and using this time to look through every. single. book. 

Drives you crazy istg

“Rin are yo- seriously? It’s been two hours why are you just sitting on the floor? Nothing’s put away-”

“Look at this it’s from university-” He says, holding up an old yearbook...

It’s because of this, you and Osamu are probably the ones to get the sitting room situated later

Kiyoomi is... probably binge cleaning all the stuff as soon as he pulls them out of the boxes

Yes, he wiped everything before packing it away but what if some disgusting b u g s hitched a ride?

It’s fine if everything’s cluttered on the floor/bed/counter/wherever he’s unboxing stuff atm- at least he knows it’s clean and not dirty

You have to actually be the one to put the stuff away while he wipes- lest he run out of space

It works surprisingly well all things considered

“Oh no...” He’s finally unboxing the cleaning supplies... but he’s out of disinfectant wipes and can’t wipe them down- thus rendering them useless (in his opninion)

“Kiyoomi just... grab the unopened wipes from the box- open it- and use those to wipe the rest of the supplies?” You suggest. Although hesitant he does as told... until he sees something that proves all his fears valid.

“Holy shi- THERE’S A SPIDER! I KNEW IT WOULD FOLLOW US!” He says very loudly, scrambling away from the dead spider AND the supplies

Needless to say you have to make a trip to the store to buy him more wipes- meanwhile one of your other partners have to go pick up and throw away the arachnid

Also while all this is going on- someone (Tsumu actually) has to make sure the bedsheets and blankets are all washed before putting them on the bed for the night (again in case of the bugs)

This is the only thing he doesn’t half ass tbh, since he knows it’s important to Omi-Omi

Ya’ll finish the day with a lovely shower

Well Osamu, Kiyoomi, and you do

The shower in ya’lls bathroom is N I C E and H U G E! Like it’s the type with jets on the floor and walls, plus it has that really nice overhead rain fall like shower head

Atsumu and Rintaro are relaxing in your custom made jacuzzi tub that costed more than a car-

The tub is really awesome too, big enough to fit all five of you comfortably and has powerful jets to massage any knots out 

Rip to the water bill though like that thing’s expensive- on god

Anyway that’s just the first day and daily life promises to be exciting 😭

[abluescarfonwaston]

Black Locks

“Chief. Mia. Please.”

Wright stood in front of her. Fists clenched. Jaw locked. Plead. Plead the same way he’d plead to lead the Steel Samurai case all those months ago. The way Maya had described him pleading to lead her defense against the attempted murder charge against her.

“Wright what makes you think he doesn’t have an attorney?”

“Please.”

And this was how she ended up sitting across from Miles Edgeworth in the detention center on Christmas morning.

He refused them even as he admits no one will take his case.

“-A wet behind the ears lawyer with three cases under you belt? I’m not that desperate yet.”

“I could lead the defense, if you’d prefer.”

Not that she wanted to. Not that she believes in his innocence.

Wright sat next to her, after she was released from the hospital and slurped his much delayed celebratory ramen. He'd won two cases and they hadn’t had the chance to celebrate even one. He told her why he became a lawyer.

There’s someone I want to save.

He’s told her this before. While swallowed glass settles in his belly. But now it has a name. A face. A smug smile.

She hates that brat. She doubts there’s anything worth saving. Wright just stared mournfully into his ramen like he doubted it too.

Edgeworth grit his teeth. Glared at the wall. “Stay out of this Ms. Fey.” But he offered no counter argument to her offer.

“The lake is a long way away from your offices and the court... Why were you down there?” Wright probed instead.

“I see no reason to tell you.”

She crossed her legs. Leaned back in the chair. What a waste of a morning.

“Edgeworth!” Wright slammed his hands down on the table. Pleading and irritated and desperate all at once.

“… Gourdy.”

“…?” She raised her head to study him. The eyes hidden behind his bangs. The deep purple bags under his eyes. They’re almost satisfying. Knowing he’s enjoying firsthand what he’s done to so many others. Guilty or not.

“I went to see Gourdy.”

The room went dark. Heavy with the slide of chains as they drag over the floor and up to his heart.

There are so many. Bleeding red like his bloody heart.

“But... you didn't do it, right? Right?”

The locks faded as the conversation moved on. But the detention center was far colder now that she knows they exist. She braced for the lie Edgeworth will shovel down their throats and she’ll drag Wright away with an apology about how his friend cannot be saved.

“... Think what you will. I have only one request.”

He hadn’t answered, so he hasn’t lied. She swallowed the irate sigh. What does he want now?

“Stay out of this case.”

She jolted. Back suddenly straight. Her feet click sharp against the floor. “What?! He’s trying to help you!”

Not that she has much proof there was anything worth saving. An objection and aid during a single case did not undo the years prior. There was character evidence piled high enough to kill.

Guilty or not, it probably will. If no one took his case.

“I know...! I know that! But I don't want your help, okay?”

“Why not?!”

His shoulders curve inward. “... Look, just go away, and leave me alone!” He snapped sweeping his hand out with a snarl.

His eyes are red. Bloodshot – although there’s no chance it’s from tears.

“It’s because you did it, didn’t you?”

And somewhere in that black heart of his he knows better than to drag Phoenix down with him.

“Mia!” Wright snaps in a rare displace of force. “Let’s go investigate elsewhere.”

“Wright…”

He stood. The chair screeches against the floor and she watches Edgeworth flinch at the sound.

Fine.

Fine.

Edgeworth’s detective claimed the man spoke highly of them. Seemed truly dumbfounded that they were turned down. Doesn’t stop him from trying to help.

He hands over a picture of the deceased.

“That’s Robert Hammond.”

The case unraveled before her.

They sit in front of Edgeworth and there are so many locks that there is no way they have enough. But Wright speaks and all the red locks rattle. Like Edgeworth wants to tell him. Longs to tell him.

She wonders, in a passive sort of way, if Wright held the magatama would he see only one?

“DL-6.”

There is a sharp exhale. His head falls forward. The red locks shatter.

“The ‘DL-6 Incident’... was when my father died. Right before my eyes... He was shot and killed, and I saw it all.”

He spoke. Her stomach knotted. DL-6. She wasn’t the only one who lost a parent from that incident.

“My memories from that time are... foggy. I suppose it's a self-defense mechanism. In any case, a suspect was arrested... a man. It's pretty clear he was the only one who could have killed my father.”

Foggy. The room goes dark once more. The slide of heavy chains. Red. She expects red.

They are black. Every lock is black. Dark. Cold. Filled with despair.

A lie he keeps even from himself.

“The spirit medium they used to talk to my late father said the same thing.” Her Mother. “It was an attorney by the name of Robert Hammond that cleared the suspect's name.”

“And Hammond... is the victim in the Gourd Lake murder?”

“Correct.”

There is a danger to black Psych-Locks. That removing them by force will damage the keepers mind.

Blocking out memories in self-defense. He even explained it himself.

The earthquake rumbles but it is the violent rattling of his locks that causes her pain.

He curled up on the floor. Quaking. His locks rattle and in the shaking of his hand and the gasping of his rapid breaths she can see every time they tear at the fabric of his mind.

Worse yet, there is nothing they can do except watch as the guards drag his limp form back to his cell.

 Edgeworth warned them about what they’re up against. Von Karma.

It’s not like she hasn’t faced him before. Once. Twice. She doesn’t allow her concern to show but if she gripped Wright’s lapels and shakes him a little harder than she should when she scolds him it’s probably because she knows what a battle this will be.

Wright doesn’t though. He’s blissfully unaware of the nightmare ahead of them. How even getting their legally required cross examination will be an uphill battle.

She really hopes this isn’t how he learns why none of the other attorneys would defend Edgeworth.

What was it he’d said? They ‘Lacked confidence because he’d had all their defendants convicted?’

Edgeworth was lying about that part. And Von Karma was far worse.

 “Why did you pick up that gun anyway?!”

He grimaced. Hand digging into his elbow. “I don’t know. I was in a daze when I picked it up.”

Black slide into place. She braces for the cold chill this time.

There is one less locked in place.

Removing them forcibly can damage the owners mind. They were created to protect them after all.

“I know those interrogations can be brutal, how are you holding up?”

He glares at her. The bruises under his eyes speak to his lack of sleep. To the way this has been eating at him.

She hadn’t removed the lock. Neither had Wright.

She wondered who had.

 The second day is brutal. They’d almost lost. But as it stood now it looked like they would win.

The locks rattled. Volume growing as it had throughout the entire trial.

“Hey, Edgeworth…”

He didn’t respond. The locks rattled louder.

“Edgeworth!”

He jumped. Dazed eyes focusing on her. “D-did you say something?”

(Oh we were just discussing your case- no need to pay attention. It’s not like it matters to you at all!)

“Come on! Stop looking so pained! At this point we’ve got it in the bag!” She slapped his shoulder. He side stepped away from her. “Relax.”

“… I’m sorry… But… I fear it’s not over for me yet.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

The locks rattled. The chains shook. The truth he hid from even himself.

“Wright... There's something that's been troubling me for a long time now. And I don't know whether or not to tell you...”

Black locks clicked into place. Only three remained.

What had happened to the others?

“No... there's so little time left. I want to tell you, to get it off my chest, but...’

“What is this about, Edgeworth?”

She drew back. Let herself sink into the background.

He saved me Mia. If you could have seen him back then-

I know somethings wrong. I want to pay him back.

He stared down at his attorney’s badge. Closed his fist around it.

I became an attorney because of him. So I could see him again.

Gaaaaaay.

Chief!

Sorry.

If anyone can reach Edgeworth it was Wright.

“... It's... a nightmare I've had. A memory of a crime... that I committed.”

Those locks shake. The heavy grating sound of metal pulling at his mind.

Sometimes people forget things to protect themselves. In self Defense.

“A memory... of a murder.”

“What?!”

They yank and jerk against the chains. Trying to rip free by sheer force.

You’re hurting yourself! She does not object.

“I… I want to tell you but…”

The bailiff doesn’t give him a chance. He’s escorted away.

 They stared down at the letter.

“But it says ‘get revenge on Edgeworth’… Why would he want to take revenge on you?”

One lock. Black as total darkness slides into place.

He closes his eyes and it shatters.

There is no evidence of the pain it causes. No bleeding wounds or pained cries.

But he opens his eyes and she is certain something within him has died. He tells them about his nightmare.

Innocence. The illusion of innocence has died.

“But that’s just a dream!” Wright objected when he fell silent.

“… That thought is the only thing that has kept me sane for the last 15 years. But what if I’m wrong? What if it’s real? They say sometimes people shut out memories in self-defense. Maybe it was I who killed my father.”

It’s the truth.

“If you think about it that way, this letter makes sense. Think about it. Yogi was really innocent. That’s why he wanted revenge on me.”

When he confesses on the stand none of them are surprised. Not even Von Karma. How many of those interrogations did they spend together? Did he spend ripping apart the protective locks around his own protégée’s mind?

Wright and her walk home after the first trail.

“You wouldn’t prosecute me, right?”

“Well I’m not a prosecutor so…”

He sinks further into a gloom.

“I’m joking!” Shoulder checked him. “Obviously not.”

Edgeworth is in awe of Von Karma. Awe being a fitting word. Referential respect of both wonder and fear.

Fear.

“You were a child.”

“Accidental murder is still murder Ms. Fey.”

Edgeworth might have given up but Wright. Wright has not.

Trust. Trust your client until the end. This is what she’s taught him.

But… Phoenix. Sometimes the guilty are guilty.

He looked up from the case files. Smiled with a confidence that wasn’t just a bluff.

“I’m sorry but I don’t believe in your nightmare. It’s just a bad dream.”

There are heavy black locks around Edgeworth’s heart. Protecting him from a ‘truth’ too terrible to believe.

But testimony is flawed and just because he believes in one explanation of events doesn’t make it the Truth.

The truth will set you free. Of the black locks around your heart – she’d thought.

Phoenix does something truly amazing then.

He saves him.

“You are innocent Mr. Edgeworth. You were innocent.”

“… Thank you, Your Honor.”

[ariadnasdiary]

I hope this isn't a stupid question, but if Ariadna really was a canon character and the second heroine of Diabolik Lovers would you want all the characters that appear in her route to also become canon characters as well? For example, Naomi?

Mun Ari: There isn’t a stupid question anon-chan! All questions are welcome and I appreciate each one of them 🥺.

It is actually a hard question: I mean, as the creator of many characters within Ari’s AU I do feel attached and appreciate each one of them. However… not many I’ve had the chance to develop them even further. Besides… many characters I feel I made them for a VERY specific reason so maybe some wouldn’t fit in the DL canon verse.

Take the example of Naomi: I created her mainly because I felt Ari was lonely without being able to have friends due to her situation. A normal human girl simply wouldn’t do (having vampires around as the main impediment). A vampire hunter wouldn’t do either since I didn’t find the idea appealing. So I thought of another demon race to be more or less in the same level as Kino (regarding strength, durability or maybe power… someone that wouldn’t be easy to kill at least by that lil bish). Plus I’m also one of those fans that has this “need” to explore further into the other clans in the DL universe. So I created Naomi: to be Ari’s friend, confident and a somehow protector. Of course the more I molded her, the more I wanted her around and so I always add her whenever I have the chance… Also with the plus that I was bitter that Yuri never had a face and I felt the need that everyone that was around my baby Ari deserved love as well… I gave Naomi another reason to stay around: and what better that making her Yuri’s gf? A brilliant idea if you ask me~ 😎 JK! BUT THEN AGAIN: is the same reason why she never made an appearance in Ari’s route: she’s part of Ari’s life further in the future but not in the main story… did I make myself clear? 😅.

Yet… contradictory for what I just said… can you imagine Naomi in Satoi’s style and not my crappy art? Naomi is also complex on her own and she does have potencial to appear in the game. I'm a low-key proud aunt of her since I purposely made her the next heiress to the eagle clan~ girl power!!!.

Heck! Even Sabine that I have a love/hate relationship with her! I also made her a perfect “villainess” for Ari: the perfect counter part and the one that is there to cause trouble to my lovebirds~. I made her so well that I always chose her to be the villainess and I enjoy making myself (and everyone) hate her even more ^^! I also made her a strong independent woman! The heiress to the Víbora clan nevertheless! Just more bratty and annoying lol.

See? As a creator OF COURSE I would LOVE to see my babies being adapted to the canon verse. But since most of these characters (and only mentioning two of them…) have a VERY specific role (at least for me ^^’) in Ari's AU. So it could be quite a deal… but the answer is: I REALLY wouldn’t mind if any made it to the canon verse with Ari… at all~ :D

I hope I answered your question and it was clear ^^'. Thank you for your ask anon-chan!! <3

[hey-there-love]

Foolish

Summary: Being the new kid is hard right? Try moving across the world to attend the elite hero course at U.A. Unfortunately following the path of straight and narrow is difficult when you find a blonde ball of death throwing twists in it. Nobody said it was easy. New experiences, new friends, new interests...what could go wrong?

Chapter 2: Oh You’re Feisty

Content Warnings: Adult Language, Cringy Situations

Word Count: 2.2K

Once you gathered yourself, you opened the door and peaked around, searching for any sign of life. Grateful you were by yourself, you began to search for towels. After they were located, you washed the grime from the long flight away.

Quickly you got dressed, brushed your hair, and began to apply a light coat of mascara. You began to sing to yourself to calm your nerves about meeting your new class mates.

“Are you singing Ariana Grande? I love her!” Someone squealed, rushing into the bathroom. You jumped at the voice and managed to hit your lid with the whole mascara wand. You clutched your chest and whipped your head around.

“Hey look! Twins!” The pink girl cracked a joke. You embarrassingly horse laughed because she wasn’t wrong. She had sweet deep eyes that were black and brown.

“I swear I think I’ll have a heart attack before I even start my classes here.” You shook your head and inspected the damage to your makeup. You ran your finger under the faucet and began to scrub your eyelid making the simple error into a huge smudge. You groaned and glanced back to her with pleading eyes.

“Here,” she began digging into a drawer, pulling out a pack of makeup wipes. “Uraraka usually keeps these in here.”

“I’m assuming you’re Mina, my new neighbor right?” You questioned, thankful as you wiped the makeup off.

“You’d be correct! It’s good to meet you Y/N. I can already tell we’re going to be fast friends. Cute jeans by the way.”

“Thanks! I got these from H&M. I literally bought every color , so if you ever wanna borrow a pair let me know.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that offer! Are you ready? Dinner is almost done and I figured I’d come check on you.” She responded, taking a seat on the counter top next to you.

“I am. Just let me drop my stuff off in my room.” You said opting to give up on the mascara after your incident. You finished primping and picked your things up.

As you walked back to your room she began to question your previous statement. “Who else gave you a heart attack? You’ve only been here for an hour!”

“Oh, actually I was heading into the bathroom and I guess I wasn’t paying attention and I crashed right into a guy. I felt so bad.” You said, unlocking your room and setting your things down on the desk.

“It was probably Kirishima! He came back downstairs whenever I got up. ” She giggled and leaned against your door frame.

“Well he definitely laughed at me after he pulled my underwear off of my shoulder!” You said slapping yourself in the forehead.

“Oh my gosh!” Mina squealed. “He never said anything so I guess your secret it safe. I hope they were old lady underwear for his sake. He definitely gets flustered easily.”

“He didn’t blush in the least and it was a thong! I don’t even think I could look him in the eye! Wait what does he look like?” You asked examining yourself for a final time and spraying a little bit of body spray.

“Spiked red hair, sharp teeth, the cutest boy wonder smile ever.” She gushed. That definitely wasn’t who you encountered.

“No it wasn’t him then, he had a permanent look of disgust. ” Her eyes grew wide and your face dropped. “What?”

“KATSUKI FREAKING BAKUGO TOUCHED YOUR PANTIES?” She hollered, making your ears ring. You shushed her not wanting to relive the experience.

“Not so loud! I don’t need everyone to know about my underwear!” You cried out , cheeks heating up.

“That’s hilarious. King of Murder and Destruction Bakugo. Laid hands. On. Your. Thong.” You swore she was about fall over laughing.

“Do you think he said anything?” You covered your face, completely and utterly mortified.

“Maybe just Kirishima because they’re best bros, but he despises everyone else so you have nothing to worry about!”

You groaned. “Can we please forget that ever happened and go?” Pleading as you pushed her out the door.

“Sure thing bestie my lips are sealed.” Mina replied, mimicking a zip and locking her mouth. She then looped her arm through yours and made you skip to the elevator.

“Can you give me a quick run down of what I’m about to walk into?” You questioned as she pressed the button on the elevator.

“Well, the girls are the most awesome people you’ll ever meet. You’ve met Momo, but there’s Jiro, who has a great taste in tunes but kinda moody. Uraraka, the biggest ray of sunshine on the planet. Hakegure, who has the best personality ever. Tsu, is a little different, but is hilarious, and of course the greatest person you’ll ever meet...me!” She laughed, squeezing your arm.

“And the guys...well they’re guys of course. Kirishima, a total sweetheart and a feminist might I add. Midoryia, nice kid but villain magnet. Ayoma, he’s from France and I think he’s on the DL if you catch my drift. Absolutely at all costs stay away from Mineta. The little grape asshole with give you permanent taste of vomit in your mouth.” You crinkled your nose at the last comment. She continued, “Todoroki, which is the number one pro her Endeavor’s son and a total hottie.” She wagged her eyebrows making you laugh. “Shinso, who is the strong quiet type. Tokoyami, very respectful, the type you’d take home for Sunday dinner.”

“There’s Sero, he gives great advice he’s almost like the class therapist. Koda is a modern day Snow White and has the cutest bunny ever. Sato bakes like it’s nobody’s business and will literally make you gain 10 pounds. Then finally there’s the angry Pomeranian Bakugo.” Mina finished finally. You were pretty sure she just ran out of breath after trying to explain to you quickly before the elevator doors opened.

Mina guides you through the threshold where a bright banner read ‘Welcome to Class 3-A Y/N!’ “That’s so nice!” You said excitedly and pulled out your phone to snap a picture. Low music flowed through the large room as people mingled. No one seemed to notice that you two had joined the group. “Hello? The guest of honor is here!” Mina called out. Soon there were eyes centered on you. You waved slightly to the crowd.

You were met with bright grins and greetings. “Well hello gorgeous.” Someone spoke, you began to search for the voice. “Hey, I’m right here!” You looked slightly down and discovered a...vertically challenged boy staring at you. Well he was actually trying to stare at your boobs through your baggy sweatshirt.

“Um...hey? My eyes are up here dude.” You grimaced. Mina rolled her eyes.

“Oh I know this view is much sexier. I’m Minuro Mineta, class 3-A stud. What’s your name babe?” He wiggled his eye brows and blew you a kiss.

Ugh gross. You thought.

“This is Y/N. Back away now maggot or I’ll crush you like a bug.” Mina hissed.

“Ooooh. I’ve never been stepped on before, but if you’re doing it Mina I’d love to try.” He smirked back licking his lips. A blonde quickly rushed over and pushed Mineta back before Mina lunged at him.

“Whoa dude chill. Let her acclimate before you start being gross. I’m Denki Kaminari by the way.” He said sticking out his fist. You extended yours and fist bumped him.

“Hey, I’m Y/N nice to meet you.” You replied.

“Weren’t you interning with Hopewing back in the States? She totally rocks, I actually got her autograph whenever we went to the I-Expo a few years back.” Kaminari seemed pretty interested in the Pro Hero so you indulged him a little.

“Sure did, she taught me a whole lot about quirk control and management. Hopewing was a great influence on me, she’s kinda like my All Might I guess.” You laughed and scratched the back of your head.

“Super cool,” Kaminari replied, “Come meet the guys we were all actually interested in your quirk. Maybe you could show it off?” He grabbed your hand and lead you over to the couch where a few people sat talking. You looked over your shoulder at Mina who gave you a thumbs up.

“Guys, this is Y/N! She’s pretty cool!” Kaminari said eagerly. A chorus of greetings rang in your ears. “Kirishima, Sero, Todoroki, and Bakubro.” He pointed to each one of them and sat down on the arm of the couch, leaving you awkwardly standing infront of the group. You met Bakugo’s eyes for a split second before gaining a glare and quickly averted your eyes.

“So where are you from?” Kirishma questioned.

Before you could answer Bakugo spoke up, “The states dumbass where else?” He crossed his arms across his chest. His friend glanced at him and stuck his tongue out.

“Ignore him, he hasn’t eaten since this afternoon. He gets a little cranky when he doesn’t fed around the clock.” He reached across and pinched Bakugos cheek lightly.

“Remove your hand Shitty hair before I blast your ass.” Bakugo scowled.

“See?”

“Shitty hair...” He warned and his hand began to heat up emitting a small cloud of smoke. The group rolled their eyes.

“Anyways, I’m from Chicago, Illinois.” You answered before Bakugo could make his threat a reality. You weren’t really scared, but slightly intimidated by the man.

“Is that kinda like New York City?” Sero questioned thoughtfully.

“Kinda. Chicago isn’t nearly as big.”

“You must be tired from the flight over.” Todoroki spoke up noticing you were getting standing uncomfortablely. He stood up from the love seat he sat on, offering you his spot.

“It’s no biggie. I’m just over this jet lag.” You said, ushering him to sit back down.

“Well at least sit with me then? I’m respectful.” He continued before you took him up on his offer and sat down on the arm of the chair.

“Of course you are Icy-Hot.” Bakugo mocked. The comment being brushed off.

The hell was this dudes problem?

“The jet lag is kinda awful, but it’ll be nothing compared to this time change. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep much tonight, I might just finish unpacking everything.” You said leaning back and closing your eyes for a second.

“Well if you need some help I’d be more than happy to assist my floor neighbor.” Kirishma offered.

“I’d actually really like that I have a book shelf that needs to be put together and I have no handiness what so ever.” You smiled. You felt eyes on you and peaked at Bakugo from your peripheral.

“So, like I saying earlier...this quirk?” Kaminari spoke up breaking the encounter with Kirishma.

“Kaminari why do I feel like you only friended me for my quirk?” You joked sarcastically.

“I did not! I’m just saying I think you owe me a demonstration since I practically saved you from Mineta humping your leg.” Sero fake gagged.

“Fine fine. Todoroki, I’d scoot over just a little bit I don’t want to ruin your vision like mine.” You said. His eyes grew wide and squeezed himself into the opposite arm of the chair. You closed your eyes and began to relax your body then staring at your finger tip. Your finger began to glow.

“That’s it?” Bakugo said, unimpressed. All of a sudden your hand began to glow blue before plasma rose through your skin. You began to use your other hand to shape it into a sphere. You tossed it slightly in the air and caught it before absorbing it back into your hand. You smiled

“Whoa...” the group responded. “What’s that called?” Sero questioned.

Just as you were about to share a guy came running over. “You have Ultra Violence?” He yelled and planted himself sitting across from you on the edge of the coffee table.

“You know my quirk?” You asked propping your elbows on your knees.

“Of course! I can’t believe I didn’t put it together before you got here! You’re the daughter of Stage Four! The plasma hero! His whole body can change into plasma! Can you do that too?” He said as he pulled a notebook out of seemingly thin air.

“Damn Deku. I thought I burned that thing?” Bakugo said, nostrils flaring.

“Oh you did Kachan...multiple times.” The guy said showing off the burn edges. He nervously smiled.

“Put that weird shit away before I finish it.”

“I think it’s cool. I’d like to see it sometime.” You said motioning to his prized possession.

“Just cause you’re new doesn’t mean you have to kiss everyone’s ass, you know.” Bakugo retorted.

“Are you just jealous because I’m not kissing yours?” You countered, a sly smile spreading across your lips.

He paused, thinking of a response. Obviously flustered, “Tch, screw you newbie.”

“Jeez Bakugo, if you suck your teeth anymore they’ll go straight down your throat.”

It looks could kill, you’d be 6 feet under. A small amount of smoke began to rise from him until he huffed and stormed away.

“Well shit, I think she just might make it around here. She defused the bomb!” Kaminari clapped and grinned ear to ear. You sat back down feeling completely flushed.

“Dinner is served!” Iida called from the kitchen.

“Midoryia right?” You asked. The green haired boy nodded his head quickly. “We’ll talk later and I can answer all your questions.” You smiled kindly and placed a hand of his arm, squeezing lightly

[grievingauthor]

NaruMitsu Week Day 1: Chain/Locks

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"Merry Christmas Nick!"

"Thanks Maya, but...what is this?"

"It'll help you find the truth. Sis used to use it when she did her investigations. I think she'd want you to use it too."

"Look, just go away, and leave me alone!"

Phoenix Wright had never been the most observant person in the world. He is, however, one of the only remaining experts on the nature of one Miles Edgeworth, and didn't need the magatama to tell him Edgeworth was hiding something. Nevertheless, the moment the demand left his lips five red psyche-locks appeared, the bottoms tinged black. They matched Maya's description almost exactly.

"No," he said, hands tightening into fists. "You're being framed for a murder , Miles. I know that I just expressed doubt, but now I'm certain. So you can either go into that courtroom and intentionally put yourself in chains, or you can tell me why someone would want to frame you."

He held Edgeworth's gaze for what felt like hours. Maya shifted where she stood next to him. Edgeworth looked away first.

"I told you, Wright. I don't want you involved. If you're really that insistent then figure it out for yourself," he said, voice hard. Phoenix let out a deep sigh in response, slouching in his chair.

"Fine," he snapped. "Fine, Edgeworth, we'll do this your way. Evidence is king, right? So I'll bring you evidence, and you'll tell me what I want to know, and then we'll get you an innocent verdict, because I know you Miles Edgeworth. You wouldn't kill a man if your life depended on it."

Edgeworth winced, hand tightening where it clutched his arm. Phoenix wouldn't be getting any more out of him without some investigation.

~~~~~

DL-6. The death of Gregory Edgeworth. The moment they left Grossberg's office, Phoenix called a cab. He needed to get to the courthouse, see what the library had on the case. One photo was hardly proof that this was what Edgeworth was hiding after all. He sent Maya back to the office to see if Mia had any files one it from her search for Misty. She probably wouldn't find much of anything, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about her getting bored while he searched the courthouse case files.

It took hours, of course. The case was fifteen years old, and the statute of limitations was due to run out in a mere three days, but what he found was worth every minute. The victim of Edgeworth's supposed crime had been the defense attorney assigned to the DL-6 incident. The defendant had pleaded insanity and then vanished once he was declared innocent. Two shots were fired, and only one bullet recovered. It wasn't much, hardly enough to try and piece together what happened, but it would have to be enough.

Visiting hours were nearly over by the time Phoenix returned to the detention center. Edgeworth was waiting for him, staring at him through the window. Phoenix dropped the file on the counter with a thud, taking his own seat. He clutched the magatama in his pocket and pulled out his first piece of evidence, watching the locks appear once more. He'd break those locks, get his answers, and then he'd prove Edgeworth innocent.

He held up the crime scene photo first. Edgeworth stared at it, and the way his eyebrow twitched told Phoenix the man was trying not to flinch away.

"Fifteen years ago you witnessed the death of your father." Miles said nothing. He held up the next photo, one of Edgeworth's supposed victim. "Robert Hammond, the man who was shot last night, was the defense attorney assigned to the defendant."

One lock broke. He held up the photo of Misty Fey.

"Due to a truly startling lack of evidence police brought a spirit medium into the investigation, one Misty Fey. She channeled Gregory Edgeworth who claimed that the man who shot him was one Yanni Yogi, a bailiff at the courthouse. He'd been trapped in the elevator with you, so it made sense."

Another lock snapped, and Edgeworth remained silent. The court minutes came next.

"Hammond had Yogi plead insanity due to oxygen deprivation, and got an innocent verdict. He disappeared shortly after, and left the case unsolved."

The locks didn't change. Edgeworth looked away, gripping his shoulder.

"The statute of limitations runs out in three days," Phoenix said, "and there's only one potential suspect left. You, Miles."

Two of the remaining locks shuddered, then snapped. Miles let out a sob, and Phoenix set the paperwork down. He pressed one hand to the glass between them.

"Talk to me Miles. Tell me what's going on in that thick head of yours. If you think everything I've just said is total shit, then say so."

Miles took a shaky breath, then turned to look at him. His eyes were red, expression slack with exhaustion. This case had been haunting him for fifteen years, and the time had finally come for him to confront it.

"Fine," he said, voice soft.

The final remaining psyche-locks broke. The chains receded.

"Fine, I'll tell you what I know."

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

@herdeandragonpainter replied to this post I made regarding Shin’s feelings towards Carla. I hope you don’t mind me posting your reply like this but you raise some interesting points and there’s some stuff I’d like to address.

Honestly I understand why he and others would hate Carla for what he did more but I blame shin more for being stupid and forcing Carla in that position in that first place I don't think he it was just his immaturity I think was too spoiled rotten and defended by his family even by Carla to some extent he got praised for beating up his clan members I think this matter could have been avoid if they properly taught shin what it truly mean to be strong and be a leader and is Always hard no matter what instead of seeing him as a kid and if he was more sen They never truly treat him as a young adult that needs to be more responsible as the prince of the first blood clan and help lead and defended the clan they pretty more saw him as a being too immature and kept him in the dark about all the problems with the clan and his dad and protected him in a way they didn't think he could be strong enough to handle the severity of the problems giessbach was causing or truly support him as a person to be strong the only 1 who did That was yui in his route his aunt left and his mom relied more on carla And if shin was more sensible and did his responsibility as a prince and 1 of the the leaders and protector of the clan more instead of picking fights and being immature about his inferiority complex his family would have seen him in a better light and view him more as a young adult and prince able to take care of himself and protect and lead the clan instead of a immature self centered kid that Can't handle the harsh reality of life life is hard no matter what if he doesn't have what it takes to do whatever it takes to survive he would never be able to fully defend himself much less others I don't think he realised him people respected Carla more not just because of his abilities but he was doing his responsibilities as a leader well shin never did anything like that and spent his days seething in his own inferiority complex and beating founders up all day I am kind of worried about the founders I think part of their demise had to do with how prideful they are it like other than their pride as a founder their life has no meaning I don't think they have the courage to retreat when necessary and plan for a counter attack or handle being weak well if everyone thinks like shin the clan is screwed if the males are dying in their prime before they start a family I can see how they lost their power before endziet fully devoured The clan even the wise Carla and his experienced uncle did sucidail acts because they are Pround founders yui got in danger because of this philosophy it makes me worried about the all the founders wives in the past and if they were left defendless with their children because the males tried to be "proud founders" krone also died because her trash husband was crazy with this Even if they were ghouls with their experience they would have taught the next generation and other founders well but Carla uncle killed himself and his knowledge died with him

Firstly, regarding Shin, yes a lot of his problems lie in the fact that no one really addressed them while he was growing up (even if Carla tried in his own way, and was less than successful), BUT do I think he would have been treated any differently if he was more responsible? Honestly no. Carla didn’t have any time for Shin, not because of Shin’s personality, but because he was busy with a lot of other things, a change in Shin’s behavior wouldn’t have altered that. We don’t get much of a look into what Krone and Shin’s relationship was like when he was older, but ultimately she didn’t have very much power and I still think she would have relied on Carla more as the eldest. Giesbach definitely wouldn’t have done anything differently. The reason he didn’t send Shin to the front lines in the war against Karl wasn’t because he didn’t think Shin was responsible enough, it’s because, for all his faults, Gies did love Shin and in my opinion didn’t want him to get killed or injured (whereas to Gies Carla was disposable yes he was dreadful I know).

(This got super long so I have put the rest below the cut)

I also don’t think the other founders would have treated Shin particularly differently either. If you listen to what they say about Carla in the flashbacks in Shin’s DF route in terms of defeating Karl, they might have respected Carla for  his attitude but from the way they talk about defeating Karl, honestly I think they respected his raw power more, something Shin simply didn’t have (and which caused so much friction between them). 

Yes, the founder’s prideful attitudes certainly didn’t endear them other members of the demon world, although it is still important to remember that some members of the other clans did in fact support the founders (sort of enforcing this belief in a way) which we know from Carla’s DF route, and also in one of the bonus CDs, I believe Shin mentions that the Tsukinami brothers get their money from sponsors in the demon world (and we know they can’t be other founders because the other founders are all dead).

We don’t get to see very much of the other founders, but they seem to have been doing okay until Endzeit and Gies decided to pick a war with Karl, so I certainly wouldn’t have said there was an issue of them “dying in their prime”. From the little we do see, not all of them were as combative as Shin and Shin says in his monologue at the start of his DF Ectsasy Prologue that there were some founders who didn’t like conflict. 

The key thing that ultimately lead to their downfall was Giesbach taking action against Karlheinz and Burai, which wasn’t a matter of pride but was solely due to Gies going nuts (I think at the idea that he might not be the most powerful demon around).

As for the matter with founders becoming ghouls to avoid dying from Endzeit, I think it’s important to remember that, from the information we get in the games, I’m pretty sure the only one who knew that you could be cured by staying in Rotigenburg and becoming a ghoul was Felsen because it happened to him. When Kino tells Carla about this in LE, Carla’s clearly never heard of it before, and if he hadn’t I doubt any of the other founders did either. And even if they had known, after they were sealed in Bandmaden, there would have been no way for them to reach Rotigenburg anyway so they didn’t really get a choice. (And it means we don’t actually know whether all of them would have decided to die as a founder rather than live).

Admittedly, I don’t think many of them would choose to give up being a founder and while pride does play a part in it, it’s a bit more complicated than that. Firstly, we get told multiple times in DL that immortals perceive death differently to humans and that it’s something to be celebrated. As for the matter of pride, like I said, that’s going to play a part in it but, their species was part of their identity. Think for a moment about the things that make you up as a person, things you value (could be your sexuality, your gender, your religion, etc.) Now imagine having to give up one of those parts of yourself. I’m not sure how easy it is to think about but I think that’s the best way I can try to get you to visualize the sort of decision a founder would be facing when deciding to live as a ghoul or die a founder.

Finally, ghouls are significantly less powerful than founders, so in being cured of Endzeit, they’d lose most if not all of their magical abilities, which I imagine would be a pretty terrifying concept to someone who had spent their entire life as an individual with power. Yes, as you said they could potentially have tried to raise the next generation, but everyone in Banmaden (with the lone exception of Shin) eventually caught Endzeit, in which case they all would have ended up just living as ghouls (and I’m certain that if this had happened, the other demon races would have just ended up treating them as terribly as they treat the other ghouls). 

TD;LR

I don’t think Shin would have been treated any differently by his family or the other founders, even if he were the most responsible individual in the demon world.

The founders do have some major issues when it comes to pride, but ultimately that wasn’t the cause of their downfall (although it certainly didn’t help). The reason why Carla and Shin are in the position they are now is because of a combination of Endzeit and Giesbach going mad and entering into a war with Karl. 

As for the matter of founders choosing to die from Endzeit rather than living on as ghouls. We don’t get a good enough look at other founders to know if all of them would have chosen to die as a founder. While it might seem like stupid decision from our perspective as ordinary humans in a non-magical society, to them it would have been a very big deal and it’s important to try to look at it from their angle to understand why they would choose to do such a thing.

Hope you’re all having a lovely day and that this makes sense!

[izzy-b-hands]

Routine

I fully own this is incredibly self-indulgent. 

A bit of Freddie/Reader, with Freddie helping the Reader out with the changing of their testosterone patches (something I use myself, so this is my admission that this is completely echoing my own experience here with them.) 

Also some smut, because I've been in that sort of way lately when it comes to writing lol.

My thanks to Rushing and Finn on the DL Server for beta reading this and helping out with the editing process!

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

"I'll only be a few moments," you say, and slip into the bathroom of your and Freddie's hotel room. 

You've been with Freddie for awhile now, but even so, you've not yet had to change your testosterone patches in front of him. It isn't that you've hidden it or anything (and he knows well that you're trans and that you use the patches; he's seen them on your body after all.) It just simply hasn't happened where he was around to watch it happen.

Part of it is that they need changing in the evening, and usually you just dip away and do it quick and then come back to wherever you might be at the time: home on the couch with Freddie, on tour and in a hotel bar with the lads, etc. 

But now he opens the door as you're mid-patch removal on the first of the two you wear each day, and he winces as much as you do as the tough adhesive refuses to let go of your leg hair and skin. 

"This is why you said it's better to take them off in the shower or bath?" he asks, and sits on the edge of the tub. 

You nod, and keep gently tugging at the patch as the edges come slowly off. 

"Would warm water help?"

You nod again, but don't stop. If you stop, then you'll really feel the pain of pulling it off, and that's no good. 

He hisses in pain as the patch finally comes away. "You said something once about rinsing the spots after you take those off too, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you reply as you set the first spent patch on the counter and reach for the second one still on your thigh. 

He stands and gently grabs your wrist with one hand, the other snagging a clean washcloth off the counter. "Let me help."

You watch as he wets the washcloth under the sink with warm water, then kneels in front of you.

You'd taken off your trousers and pants for this; easier to be nude than to try and worry about getting water on your clothes while rinsing the spots down before putting on new patches. 

Which makes it incredibly intimate, to have Freddie kneeled there. It's not the first time he's been in that position, sucking at your small cock, fingers in your cunt. But this is different, and intimate in an entirely different and affectionate way. 

He rinses over the spot where the first patch was first, wincing at the raised skin as his fingers trail over it. "That's normal, right?"

"It is," you reply, and run your hands through his hair, unable to help yourself. "Between the adhesive, the aluminium in the patch, and the T gel, it can be a little harsh on the skin. Doesn't help that my skin is sensitive to start. But I'll take this over needles, for now at least." 

He nods, and leans in to kiss the spot, but you stop him with a touch to his cheek. 

"There's residue, might not taste the best."

He shrugs, and kisses just beside the spot instead. 

"If this hurts too much, let me know," he murmurs, and uses the washcloth to dab at the edges of the patch, only working to pull the tab of it up once it's sufficiently damp. 

It's better than pulling it off completely dry, and you can't help but moan a little at the relief. It's always nice, taking the used ones off at the end of the day, but having someone else do it for you? A wonderful dream you hadn't even realized you'd had. 

He kisses your hip, and giggles as he keeps working. You've never told him your method with a washcloth, but he's picked up on it regardless, alternating between dabbing at the patch and gently tugging it off your skin. 

Once it's off, he stands briefly to set it on the counter by the first, and rewets the washcloth. 

He returns to his knees and rinses off the second spot, but there's a glint in his eye this time. 

"If you'd rather not have me do this, just say and I'll stop," he says. "But forgive me the urge..."

Even as he moves the washcloth over the spot, he leans forward to kiss your hip, the top of your mons. His tongue flicks out to lick at your cock, then down to your folds. 

His free hand reaches to your ass, to hold you close to his mouth as he works to suck at your cock. His eyes are shut, long lashes gorgeous, but for a moment he blinks and those brown eyes meet yours, and you melt.

After another few moments, he abandons the second spot and tosses the washcloth to the counter.

You take the opportunity to move and lean your back against the counter, spreading your legs wider as he adjusts himself on the floor. 

"If your knees hurt, we can move to the bed," you suggest, but he shakes his head and reaches for the dirty towel you'd used during your shower earlier, tossed to the floor because frankly that's what you'd both been doing to ensure you didn't confuse clean towels for dirty or vice versa. He folds it quickly and moves enough to shove it under his knees. 

"You've got a solution for everything," you smile, again brushing your fingers through his thick hair as he kisses at your thighs. 

He shakes his head slightly and smirks before sucking again at your cock, moaning around it. He makes it no secret that he gets off on being able to get you off like this, and there's the added sweetness of what he did for you with the patches making it even better now. 

Because truly, it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you. It's not just additional acceptance of that part of you, it's the concern and care and love that inspired him to follow you in to begin with. That he wanted to see this part of your life, this little day to day thing that's become as important as drinking water or brushing your teeth. 

His arms loop around your thighs, helping to hold you up as his tongue alternates between your cock and inside your folds, licking and sucking and leaving you weak in the knees. 

"Freddie," you try and forewarn him the closer you get to your orgasm, but he only sucks harder at your cock.

You nearly fold in on yourself as you come, thighs shaking as you try not to trap his face in between them. 

You end up pushed up on the counter some as he suddenly scoops you up and swings your legs over his shoulders, holding you in place with his arms while his mouth stays busy at your cunt. 

He only stops once you've come back down to yourself, and he sits back looking utterly pleased. 

"Did that help to ease the hurt of those some? That's what my idea was, after all."

You slip down to the floor and kiss him with a smile. "It did. Do you want to help me put the new ones on too?"

He nods, and stands with you, watching as you free the first one from its packaging. 

"Let me," he takes the patch from you, and waits for you to point to a spot on your other thigh. 

"Just make sure and press round the edges of it," you instruct as he places it, fingers gentle on your skin. "Give the adhesive time to take hold."

"It certainly fucking holds though," he remarks, but his fingers stipple over the edges of the patch until it seems firmly set. 

"It does, but not if you don't press it on well and make sure not to get it wet for three hours," you chuckle. 

"No shower together tonight then?"

"In three hours from now, sure," you reply. "But not before, or these could slip off me."

He nods, and takes the second patch from you once you have it ready. 

You point to another spot near the first new patch, and lean into his touch as he places the second patch. 

His fingers press the edges of it down, then move to trace the slightly dark circles from past patches that are fading all over your thighs, then to the ones on your hips and stomach. The ones on your upper arms have faded more, but a few have bruises from where you failed to stop itching them, after the patch was off. It almost tickles, the way they linger on your skin. Softly, sweetly, the same way he'd touch you while laying together in bed.

You rest your head against his chest, and hug him close. "Thank you. For everything."

He hugs you back, and kisses your forehead. "Of course. Now, shall we get back to the bar downstairs? See if the boys managed to leave our drinks alone while we were gone?"

"I should probably put on pants and trousers first."

"Overrated, but if you insist," he giggles. "We'll only be taking them off later."

"True," you smile, but you redress regardless. 

---

Later, downstairs sitting at the bar, your hand twitches as you try to itch through your trousers at the still irritated spots from the used patches. 

Without a word, Freddie reaches over and takes your hand in his, and gives it a reassuring squeeze.